silent and still, she felt sorrow amongst the solitary shadows, until;
she listened, and heard whispers of wise words within the warm winds, she trusted them.
She started to see poetry within numbers, expression in the sky, eventually, she even found beauty in the bureaucracy that had bounded her for so long.
She smelt the stench of her sin, wash away in the saving storm, leaving a sweet scent in her soul, and her, without refusal, she rampantly romped in the rare and righteous rains of her reality.
she was well seasoned in suffering, so she stewed a richer taste for life. She had come to her senses, by finding strength in her sensitivity. Vibrant and vivacious, the light of self love touched her, until;
She felt alive