And she gazed upon it,
with her look of practiced ingnorance,
and the innocence prayed for every night
and in her eyes clouds trembled and continents split
And she stood over it
with her air of electric thunderstorms
and the crestfallen breeze that enveloped her
soon diffused into the air - a quick glimpse
an ignored panorama.
Soon in her place
Standing over the sea of liberty
of solitude
of harsh, unending truths
Looking upon an ocean of fear
of despair
of wild joy and fierce bravado
