I found it very interesting seeing these two photos together - the Undisclosed Truth, and Her Dreamscape. While they were the same model and very similar setting, the slight change in composition, lighting and even the way Iulia carries herself... turned them into two very different images. I'm very aware of the poisonous effects of "undisclosed truths", and the havoc they can wreck on people and lives when they suddenly bubble to the surface. I'm not sure if that's exactly what you were thinking about here when you took this photo (or the feeling you got when looking at it later), but the look in her eyes really spoke to me of the deep sorrow and pain which such hidden truth can bring.
On the surface, she is still beautiful and composed, standing as if she is in the center of the light, but the deep look in her eyes, the way her arms are held close and the tug of the wind in her hair just made me wonder what was below the surface.
The poem just flowed out personal experience, triggered by the look in her eyes.
(Felicia, you just have a beautiful ability to REVEAL truth through your images. Thank you for that gift! )