In the glass
Of the dawn,
Fades her glow,
Youth now gone.
With her pen,
Silent might,
Crafts her plan,
In the night.
Lost are times
Filled with cheer,
Now she chimes,
Mute, severe.
In her hand
Lies the key,
Freedom's band,
None can see.
Through the mist,
She does glide,
Wants persist,
Rules defied.
In her heart,
Wildness sleeps,
Now to start,
As she creeps.
Wheels do sing,
Speed her mate,
She'll now spring,
Bold, elate.
Caught in light,
Blue and red,
End of flight,
Fear she's led.
In his arms,
Love does mend,
All her charms,
Now transcend.
Dance of The Invisible
© Copyright: Рексар Дельгадо, 2025
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