aniket22
Epic Legend
She walks like secrets wrapped in silk,
Eyes like dusk and moonlight's milk.
She speaks, and silence leans to hear,
A song of dreams, both far and near.
No one knows from whence she came,
Yet every soul recalls her name.
A mystery dressed in woven night—
Gone before the morning light.
Eyes like dusk and moonlight's milk.
She speaks, and silence leans to hear,
A song of dreams, both far and near.
No one knows from whence she came,
Yet every soul recalls her name.
A mystery dressed in woven night—
Gone before the morning light.
