she is…


She’s a lone paper in her dorky world
Never quite sure of the surrounding darkness
Yet striving as to protect her wandering soul,
behaving like a sleeping bay
waiting to be awaken by the cluttering of twigs,
But don’t be ridiculously fooled,
Little chameleon’s wit is near yet so far
from the darkest desert
the deepest of all the wavy ocean
the biggest of all the hole.
Even the strongest shell
could be possibly break
but not her weakling wings.
She’s the epitome
of a shadow in the dark,
quietly stealing every Glistening stars above.


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