Who was she?
She was the chirping birdie in tranquil forest She was the twirling confetti in brutal tempest She was the blazing trail of shooting star She was the shrinking tail of healing scar She was the free spirit of gypsy dust She was the death grip of clingy rust She was the spiritual glint exuded from luminous stars She was the residual hurt entombed in cavernous scars She was the susurrant zephyr snickering into willows She was the frail pearl of tears bickering into pillows She was the muffled giggles stolen in a strict teacher's class She was the hazy coffee vapor meditating on a nerd's glasses She was the fugacious celestial wonder witnessed from ivory towers She was the lustrous aureolin dust sprinkled upon lavender flowers She was the reticent rubble basking among magnificent ruins She was the loquacious tome masked in ancient runes She was the perpetual shoegaze of gushing creeks She was the clove pink smudge on blushing cheeks She was ...