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Any little nonsense

No one can make sense of it

Never meant to be understood

 

Perhaps she confuses herself

Only to present an honest image

Living looking straight at things

In a slightly blue-tinted light

Never wishing or hoping, yet

Giving off harmonious vibes in every direction

 

Impossible to corral even any substantial part of them

 

Little does she know or care

Of all who walk this Earth

Very few are chosen

Even fewer appreciate the honor

 

Yet she flies through time

On the lookout for her past happy keys

Under the influence of her long future