Mystery woman

Contemplating the past,

Mysteries were a plenty.

Questions without answers

A small town that she made hers.

Ravenous rage consuming everyone,

Each an actor of their own.

A smile , an embrace,

Exuding charm, buried in secrets.

Inebriated with curiosity,

Setting out to search for the answers.

Staring deep into her eyes I sat,

With a coffee and her painting containing her mysterious eyes.
-Nithya❤️

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