A tranquil colors, in a reddish skies
Like a cosmos, solid like a million words of languages
In her eyes she calculates indecision
In her eyes she disguises a hesitation
Isolated at the previous question
Then she gropes at the next round
Anxious, wrapped by an old wound
Panic, she gets shackled in a new one
In her dreamt, the head looks like a torn
But then she realizes if the light was gone
She hikes with an anger
A bow turns in a quite long times
Exposed by a ray of lights
Under the gleaming of panoramas
A sunlight and the birds oozes at the same time
Those are a cosmos clues for her
Which the answer of a thousand questions
