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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Some nights the stars don't come up, And the darkness seems to overpower Life is all about setting alight your heart, And not waiting for a meteor shower.
The planets and stars may align, But does that mean life's in order? Chaos and confusions are what dances Everyday in our mind's border
But if the syzygy is perfect, Why do we let in the doubts many? Just be your own guiding light, And go forth without over thinking any.
Life will batter you with problems, Solutions may seem even further But remember in spite of this suffocation Your own heart is the brightest star
