In a sea of wishful thinking.
Staring at the night sky.
And carelessly wondering.
These thoughts are and hypnotic.
As she thinks nonchalantly and softly sings.
And gazes at wonders unseen, mesmerising.
She has adrift in her heart.
As she sits by the sea and plays lost with the stars.
And the music of her soul reverberates enchantingly.
She sits and draws all minds that come near.
Her beauty and wit tell tales like no other.
As her mind remains lost chasing away her fears.
She remains sitting yonder all alone.
Unaware of all the troubles of now or ever before.
May she remain that way, captivating but not forlorn.
May her fears flee away and contentment shine.
And the faint smile across her face.
Dawn like the new morning sun's rays.
An Open Letter by an Aggrieved Bhains
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