Longing for Solae
She was amidst of turmoil & weary! Her only desire was to find comfort, To rest, to be healed. Beautiful ; yet a heavy thought. Healing is rarely easy, sometimes - it feels unfurling like a lotus in bloom. Her heart choked when thoughts entwined, and those thoughts never touched the shore! Her depressed mind often gave - birth to poems filled in melancholy . Their is a muse; buried in her bottoms! A Calliope; wrestling with darkness. Sometimes she is roaming inside you or You will find her in that dear one! You or me; alternate reality of this living Soothe that soul ; it's crushed long ago.