Emotional, she, standing in the middle of life
Seeks exaltation, swims in the endless sky
Her big eyes illuminates melancholy signs
Engenders rain of tears, body floats in flood
Eyebrows’ are wet and heavy as nights
She is strong but weak as yellow butterfly
Sensible, she, feels life musically, as child
Suppressed fears became weapon for blind times
Lives in self-created world, climate is mild
She is running, running from turnishing lights
Chasing the sun, across the ocean, it hides
Failure, falling, pain enriches her lifetime
Reality shackles her, silent screaming makes war in mind
Still, her love is as big as her big, brown eyes
Emotional, she, thinking, maybe one more try?
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