Solitary Dreamer

For she was a taggster, a visionary so high, 

On asking her to leave Utopia,

She did not even utter why..

All tears have dried,

Maybe she concurred with

Or maybe she has died.

Grief has no sound though

It's expressed through silence, patience, through Violence.

To every real world surviving queen, there lies an imaginary castle, where they have frequently been..

She was praying since ages, over eternity, through ink on pages.

I witnessed her, solitary was she, so was i....

And the divine friendship began with graceful silence...

For she was a taggster, a visionary so high...

-T