Hunting for the emergence

As the rain ran to the ground,

Everyone ran to cover by all means

She stayed in a secluded resort,

far away from my respite.

She was a viable queen raised by a late prince.

But she didn’t license her name to my earpiece.

Here she came –

The expression on her face

To me, wasn’t as cold as ice.

To the heart with guilt, she was pierced.

As a stranger, I’ve only met her once or twice.

I’m sorry to myself.

I miscalculated the timing of her emergence.

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