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The Scent of Secrets

aniket22

aniket22

Favoured Frenzy
She moves like midnight—slow and deep,
Where secrets hide and shadows sleep.
A whisper dressed in raven thread,
With eyes that speak what’s left unsaid.

No map could chart the place she’s been,
No mirror shows her world within.
She wears her silence like perfume,
A scent of loss, of stars, of gloom.

Her smile—part promise, part farewell—
Could raise the dead or cast a spell.
She laughs like wind through broken stone,
And leaves you haunted, yet alone.

You’ll ask her name, she won’t reply—
Just glance like dusk beneath the sky.
She vanishes like smoke and sand,
But lingers still upon your hand.

She is not yours to hold or tame,
Not bound by time, nor blood, nor name.
She is the dream you half recall,
The ghost behind the mirror’s wall.
 
aniket22 said:
She moves like midnight—slow and deep,
Where secrets hide and shadows sleep.
A whisper dressed in raven thread,
With eyes that speak what’s left unsaid.

No map could chart the place she’s been,
No mirror shows her world within.
She wears her silence like perfume,
A scent of loss, of stars, of gloom.

Her smile—part promise, part farewell—
Could raise the dead or cast a spell.
She laughs like wind through broken stone,
And leaves you haunted, yet alone.

You’ll ask her name, she won’t reply—
Just glance like dusk beneath the sky.
She vanishes like smoke and sand,
But lingers still upon your hand.

She is not yours to hold or tame,
Not bound by time, nor blood, nor name.
She is the dream you half recall,
The ghost behind the mirror’s wall.
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Nice writing Ani. It feels mysterious, haunting, and deeply atmospheric. It reads like a spell, wrapping you in shadow and silence. The imagery is rich and evocative especially "a whisper dressed in raven thread" and "she laughs like wind through broken stone" gave me chills. She feels less like a person and more like a myth, a dream, or a memory you can’t quite hold. Beautifully written — this lingers long after the last line.
 
aniket22 said:
She moves like midnight—slow and deep,
Where secrets hide and shadows sleep.
A whisper dressed in raven thread,
With eyes that speak what’s left unsaid.

No map could chart the place she’s been,
No mirror shows her world within.
She wears her silence like perfume,
A scent of loss, of stars, of gloom.

Her smile—part promise, part farewell—
Could raise the dead or cast a spell.
She laughs like wind through broken stone,
And leaves you haunted, yet alone.

You’ll ask her name, she won’t reply—
Just glance like dusk beneath the sky.
She vanishes like smoke and sand,
But lingers still upon your hand.

She is not yours to hold or tame,
Not bound by time, nor blood, nor name.
She is the dream you half recall,
The ghost behind the mirror’s wall.
Click to expand...
Awesome. :cool:

She’s the silence in your loudest thought,
The ache you chase but never caught.
A flame that burns without a trace—
She leaves you lost, yet craves no place.
 
aniket22 said:
She moves like midnight—slow and deep,
Where secrets hide and shadows sleep.
A whisper dressed in raven thread,
With eyes that speak what’s left unsaid.

No map could chart the place she’s been,
No mirror shows her world within.
She wears her silence like perfume,
A scent of loss, of stars, of gloom.

Her smile—part promise, part farewell—
Could raise the dead or cast a spell.
She laughs like wind through broken stone,
And leaves you haunted, yet alone.

You’ll ask her name, she won’t reply—
Just glance like dusk beneath the sky.
She vanishes like smoke and sand,
But lingers still upon your hand.

She is not yours to hold or tame,
Not bound by time, nor blood, nor name.
She is the dream you half recall,
The ghost behind the mirror’s wall.
Click to expand...
Nicee
 
aniket22 said:
She moves like midnight—slow and deep,
Where secrets hide and shadows sleep.
A whisper dressed in raven thread,
With eyes that speak what’s left unsaid.

No map could chart the place she’s been,
No mirror shows her world within.
She wears her silence like perfume,
A scent of loss, of stars, of gloom.

Her smile—part promise, part farewell—
Could raise the dead or cast a spell.
She laughs like wind through broken stone,
And leaves you haunted, yet alone.

You’ll ask her name, she won’t reply—
Just glance like dusk beneath the sky.
She vanishes like smoke and sand,
But lingers still upon your hand.

She is not yours to hold or tame,
Not bound by time, nor blood, nor name.
She is the dream you half recall,
The ghost behind the mirror’s wall.
Click to expand...
Woaahh
 
She's like the wind through my tree,
She rides the night next to me.
She leads me through moonlight
Only to burn me with the sun
She's taken my heart
But she doesn't know what she's done.
 
aniket22 said:
She moves like midnight—slow and deep,
Where secrets hide and shadows sleep.
A whisper dressed in raven thread,
With eyes that speak what’s left unsaid.

No map could chart the place she’s been,
No mirror shows her world within.
She wears her silence like perfume,
A scent of loss, of stars, of gloom.

Her smile—part promise, part farewell—
Could raise the dead or cast a spell.
She laughs like wind through broken stone,
And leaves you haunted, yet alone.

You’ll ask her name, she won’t reply—
Just glance like dusk beneath the sky.
She vanishes like smoke and sand,
But lingers still upon your hand.

She is not yours to hold or tame,
Not bound by time, nor blood, nor name.
She is the dream you half recall,
The ghost behind the mirror’s wall.
Click to expand...
In twilight's hush, where shadows play
Your words weave spells that hold me sway,
A whispered promise of secrets untold
A mystery that beckons, yet remains untold!!
 
aniket22 said:
She moves like midnight—slow and deep,
Where secrets hide and shadows sleep.
A whisper dressed in raven thread,
With eyes that speak what’s left unsaid.

No map could chart the place she’s been,
No mirror shows her world within.
She wears her silence like perfume,
A scent of loss, of stars, of gloom.

Her smile—part promise, part farewell—
Could raise the dead or cast a spell.
She laughs like wind through broken stone,
And leaves you haunted, yet alone.

You’ll ask her name, she won’t reply—
Just glance like dusk beneath the sky.
She vanishes like smoke and sand,
But lingers still upon your hand.

She is not yours to hold or tame,
Not bound by time, nor blood, nor name.
She is the dream you half recall,
The ghost behind the mirror’s wall.
Click to expand...
Mysterious and hauntingly beautiful.
Awesome Intelligence™​
 
aniket22 said:
She moves like midnight—slow and deep,
Where secrets hide and shadows sleep.
A whisper dressed in raven thread,
With eyes that speak what’s left unsaid.

No map could chart the place she’s been,
No mirror shows her world within.
She wears her silence like perfume,
A scent of loss, of stars, of gloom.

Her smile—part promise, part farewell—
Could raise the dead or cast a spell.
She laughs like wind through broken stone,
And leaves you haunted, yet alone.

You’ll ask her name, she won’t reply—
Just glance like dusk beneath the sky.
She vanishes like smoke and sand,
But lingers still upon your hand.

She is not yours to hold or tame,
Not bound by time, nor blood, nor name.
She is the dream you half recall,
The ghost behind the mirror’s wall.
Click to expand...
Extraordinary ghost :giggle:
 
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