Her third eye
hidden like blurred trees in drifting snow lie
beneath a halo of auburn hair
doe eyes she stands
with woolen design
upon her narrow line.
Her open eye
indigo reflection of weeping sky
escapes the kidnapping , soft smudge she stares
in curiosity a mouth of crimson smears
a curving branch
upon eyes trance .
a brow arched
her soul is risen .
Please listen till the end … It’s so very beautiful !