The Hidden

Oh veils, what are you hiding?
Behind those walls,
I suppose ,
there’s a garden,
waiting to be explored,
to be discovered,
to be written about,
to be identified,
to be realized.

Oh veil, like others
I suppose,
You got scars,
Old and new, and
Do you wish,
If only we knew?

Oh veil, how do you,
wrap up desires?
Or do you not,
with just a sigh?

Oh veil, what’s on your mind?
In a matter of seconds,
I saw her eyes,
Convey a smile,
And I heard,
My universe cry.

Oh veil, I’m sorry but
there’s only so much
you can hide.

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