A poem by the dog

Syllables of silence ― Kaalicharan and Fernfly

Sometimes in between the paragraph
while you look for that lost word
or when you draw that doodle on the marginalia
a pencil dangling in your slender fingers
caressing that lock of untamed hair
and in the smile that can be a simile
or in the grace that shines through your unpolished nails
like a story untold
There, in that moment bereft of lipstick or mascara,
you always look beautiful.PS Image courtesy Fernfly