She
lived in a cottoned house,
Where
everything smelled like rose,
Her
ribbons flew in the rosy air,
She
danced on the tip of leaves.
Sun
shone upon her like gleaming gold,
Beams
filled her sapphire eyes,
Her
heart was some crimson dew,
Thoughts
pure as white.
She
every night sat under those million stars,
Stars
above like scattered jewel,
On
green soft land where she sat,
Danced
along the fireflies.
She
felt the endless universe ever night in her eyes,
As she dreamt of first flake falling from the
skies,
Heaven
she had of her own, in her heart she stored,
Water
from the fall, washed her sore soul.
Behind
this cladded mystery girl,
Scars
found its place to hide,
Those
sapphire eyes and childlike heart,
Will
soon regain their life.
She
lived in a cottoned house,
Wishful
heart she carried inside that cottoned house.
