THE VEILED SECRETS' SHINE

All stories start with tendering eyes,

Full of hope and bird flies.

Waiting there in the dreamy night

Searching for the brightest light.

Keeping words for near and dear

Go on fighting every fear.

Treasure of the king and the queen

adds value as much as you mean.

There goes the echo in the night

But each step just takes in a fright.

Watery faces and the wrinkled brows,

Gives the height of their sorrows.

Pictures of mountains and some falls,

Serenity of all divine roads,

Blind to all of the myths,

Pretty peacocks dancing in the heat!

All lies and all the truth

Submerged in the deepest girth,

Finds no shine other than your veiled eyes,

Mocked by your despair cries.