Just like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her.
Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
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The ascending steps to liberation, Or the descending steps to the void Which one will you choose? Which path will you embrace? The path up is tough but It's spilling with the gorgeous light, Of hope and happiness.
The path down is easy, As it is dark and lonely, It's easier to just sail down, And be lost forever in the oblivion.
The easiest choice? Well is to take the plunge, A free fall you won't survive That blackness is just death.
So which path will you choose?
The light awaits, The beacons will guide, Shadows play within the folds, But your path is illuminated, To give the direction of hope, Of freedom, Of ecstasy.
The darkness awaits too Beckoning to you in it's familiar niche, And the plunge and the numbness And the feeling of letting go.
