Core 1

Don’t try to attempt
This empty page,
Don’t try to investigate
To follow me, try to see me,
To peer from my window,
To watch me and to go
After my white veil
After my white gown.
I`m a blank page.
When I walk on the road
You`ll just see my silhouette.
The core is so fragile,
But it`s all is left from
The fruit.

{ © n.nour}
--2014.march