Do You Know Her?

Hurried thoughts. 

Consciousness lies. 

The world sees her with its own lens. 

Puts her in a box not knowing that air can't be deceived.

Who is she?

Monotonous chores.

Sunshine's basket of distractions.

She tells the world that souls have identities too

Flailing it with the intensity that fills life with purpose. 

She knows who she is. 

A passing cloud.

Winter's yearning for Spring

I see her as the light that people bask in

Symbolising to the world that warmth is ephemeral in the minds of the cruel.

I know who she is.

You, the smile at the end of every passing joy, Is what the world wants,

The world needs,

The world gets

And the world forgets.