Her Shining armour

Thousand stories

left unspelled by her soul

lips muttered nothing

but withered smile

hair lay like uncombed

shading away her eyes

which spoke untold tales

was she a mystery or a collection

of stories that her scars echoed 

but her lips brought in a smile 

without a drop of tear from her starry eyes

as if she held a shining armour

that hid her pain  to the naked eyes.

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