Poetry is what she wrote
Silent words carved into wind
It’s just a dream, just a prayer
To heal what she could not repair
Roads in parallel, different pavements
Not a glance to the side
Tangled scenes and torn out seams
In the fabric of her soul
Eden turning bare
She held a seed in fields of gray
Placed a sign: “come what may”
There’s a hill she will climb
To find a hidden sapphire sky
Endless droughts won’t take her out
She’ll make soil out of dust
Drop of water, one kind word
And a meadow in her eyes
New eden taking root
Drop of water, one kind word
And a meadow in her eyes
Drop of water, one kind word
And a meadow in her eyes
New eden taking root