Cystal Clear
Her eyes were a crystal clear
Shines like the galaxy scintillating in all possible parallel reality in Multiverse
She was the virtuoso of her own Universe
And you can't foresee something that she fears.
Because her soul is empty
And you can see, her eyes were clear.
Her eyes were a cystal clear,
From the dusty dark corner, you can hear her typing in the teletypewriter
Her heart was thorned after, cause she can't bear the subject she was susceptible about
But you can see, her eyes were clear with bottled empty tears.
The weeps she was shading was a sound of something who wants to get out from a rotten dungeon
You can't hear it, but you can catch a glimpse of it through her eyes.
She was lost in the sea of strangers, where she conceals what she don't want others to notice
She told me, there were no birds singing
only the beautiful view of rainbows around her.
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