the charisma and youthfulness, that she craves for
is hidden beneath her tormented soul..
the world speaking to her, and depicting its turmoil,
feeding on her weakly awoken spirit
yet, she sways like a butterfly, fresh and clear
that horrifying memory, she flashes back to
letting it fade away ..
o, and the world speaks to her again
lighter this time ..
softer it shall seem
and draws away her fear as she falls asleep under a lively willow