Nasaka

In shadows cast by night's soft veil, Nasaka roams,

Her steps unmarked, her whispers lost in silent groans.

A lady, veiled from prying eyes, she learns the bliss,

Of secrets kept, of solitude's sweet, silent kiss.

In the quietude, where none can trace her fate,

She finds a refuge, a haven from the world's dictate.

No watchful gaze, no judgment's harsh embrace,

Her spirit soars, unshackled in this sacred space.

Her endeavors bloom, unseen by curious stares,

A symphony of freedom, devoid of worldly snares.

With none to query or to measure her worth,

Nasaka dances with abandon, unfettered by earth.

She unravels the truth, that in anonymity's embrace,

Lies the tranquil joy, the essence of grace.

For in the sanctuary of her clandestine retreat,

Nasaka discovers a life that feels complete.