she exists.

The power,

The light,

The magic,

The glow,

Thoughts moving to and fro.

Gorgeous,

Glam,

Lost,

And Bewildered,

Happens like a miracle.

Unaware of the labyrinth,

Strolls like a ghost,

Grounded in silence.

Dancing daffodils and swinging leaves,

The scent of freshly grown mint,

Shooting star that calls for prayer,

Falls on earth,

creates her accent.