Title: "Veiled Serenity"
In the realm of public gaze, a perfect dance,
They waltz with smiles, a harmonious trance.
A tale of love scripted for the world to see,
Yet behind closed doors, a silent symphony.
In public frames, the canvas appears divine,
Brushed with perfection, a love so refined.
But shadows cast upon their secret stage,
Reveal the truth of an unspoken cage.
Whispers in corners, secrets they keep,
In the silence of night, where sorrows seep.
The smiles they wear, like delicate masks,
Concealing the questions one dare not ask.
Eyes meet across crowded rooms with grace,
Yet solitude reigns in their private space.
A tale unfolds, unseen by the crowd,
A script so different, spoken not aloud.
Beneath the surface, emotions collide,
A turbulent sea in which true feelings hide.
The illusion of bliss, meticulously spun,
Fades in the moonlight when the day is done.
"Veiled Serenity," the title whispers true,
A reality painted in hues of blue.
For in the silence of their shared despair,
Lies a story of love, fragile as air.
Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj
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