She aimlessly walks toward the light of life on the hot sand. Not bothered by any force that strikes her way.
Her eyes only see the illuminated top of the tall pyramid, blinding any sight but the rays.
That was no home to this wandering soul, a lost path it seems. No energy it gives when asked for help. No colour it paints with anonymous things.
Why her? Why the cruel land of polluted soil chose her to walk on? Why such questions are sung by her in an unsung song?
Plays the game as she should, crying without tears in the dunes, smiling with no flower in hand that blooms, cursing the callously cursed soon.
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Idyllic
PoetrySerene. Enchanted. Radiant. Hazy. Moonlit. Daydream. Es un destino que colorea todas las bóvedas de un corazón. El corazón que alguna vez fue de color lila.
