In this makeshift world of hers,
she sways with gentle giants.
In this makeshift world of hers,
giants shroud her with droplets of bliss and bless.
In this makeshift world of hers,
she sways with gentle giants.
In this makeshift world of hers,
giants shroud her with droplets of bliss and bless.
In this makeshift world of hers,
she flows amongst streams that fructify emotions.
In this makeshift world of hers,
she is surprised at how quickly she blooms.
In this makeshift world of hers,
she lights an incense of lingering faith.
In this makeshift world of hers,
she strengthens the parables of hope.
she is surprised at how quickly she blooms.
In this makeshift world of hers,
she lights an incense of lingering faith.
In this makeshift world of hers,
she strengthens the parables of hope.
In this makeshift world of hers,
she maps herself out as an intangible touch.
In this makeshift world of hers,
she mirrors the depth of hours rather than length.
In this makeshift world of hers,
she becomes a reflection of the past entwined with the present.
In this makeshift world of hers, she holds on.
In this makeshift world of hers, she carries on.
In this makeshift world of hers,
she sways with gentle giants.
In this makeshift world of hers, she carries on.
In this makeshift world of hers,
she sways with gentle giants.
