The axons of her brain knit a cat's cradle!
Her grey matter floats up above on the blue sky of tranquility...
Her silence impedes the stars of her mouth,from getting dirty,mixing with terrestrial air!
If she tears out a bit,the soil would get lucky to quaff elixir!
If she opens her eyes, they'd dispel the Moon's muting darkness
And kiss the world with light,
Which is as intense as her unfathomable heart!
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