A phase or a story,
A truth or mere destiny,
Pondering over the riddle, she gazed at the dawn!
Unleashing a tale of rage,
Stifling within the cage,
The eloquent sky pronounced it all!

Bearing a storm in mind,
an ache in heart,
Searching for solace, she gazed at the dawn!
Echoing that solitary note,
With a lyrical quote,
The eloquent sky voiced it all!

Thus,

Seeking the dusk,
She walks through the morning glory…