Softly, I lay my hand upon thy weary breast,
In every throb, I am the torment thou dost confess,
Like a dagger, I cleave through the marrow of thy soul,
Each tear thou weepest, I gather in a spectral bowl,
Noise doth vanish, and I am the stillness thou dost seek,
Closer, in the tempest, I am the grace that makes thee weak,
Eternally, I am the veil 'twixt thee and the world forlorn.
About the Creator
Karima SH.
"I came as a seer to this sand, investigating the possibilities of darkness,I came to buy legends, time, and ash."
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