her ribbons illuminated the grey pavements,
but her solemn expression was a question quite raised,
as her little limbs guided her within the depths of the forest;
she played with the foxes and roamed on broken twigs,
but her mind was a sliver of terror and restless dreams,
so she wept until her eyes turned to an iridescent blue-green,
and eternally slept beneath the moisture of the soil – naïve of her wishes.
