SEAT OF MY SOUL

immersed

inside her

thoughts

chasing

reverie

as they turn

into euphony

like tortured

whispers

embedded

in her soul

wrapped

in the

secrets of

her heart

where

she seeks

solace from

her pen

telling stories

behind

the mask

and only

the moon

makes love

to her

shadow

©AvdL 2015

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