That Lost Girl
That Lost Girl


That lost girl
She wears freedom in her feet
Adorns her curls with floral strength
Walks with pride holding her broken pieces
Cradles sunshine in her emotions
Her visceralities with zeal touch skies
Her soul's purity shines in moonbroch
Collects in her palms twinkle of frozen stars
Her blinking eyes waver with rhythm of dusk
Her rainbow dreams bloom in thoughts petals
On her trodden paths fantasies rustle
As gilded leaves of autumn
Ripples on her face crests of love
She writes poems with music of dew
She finds life wherever she goes
That lost girl...