She's becoming wispy
Over things making her witty
Till the root hold her strong
Stand still the unshaken trunk.
While the wordplay games are vague
Searching for the unintended luck
God, help her grasp while she's trying to dive
As she behold the blue-sky thinking on the meaning of life.
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
She's becoming wispy
Over things making her witty
Till the root hold her strong
Stand still the unshaken trunk.
While the wordplay games are vague
Searching for the unintended luck
God, help her grasp while she's trying to dive
As she behold the blue-sky thinking on the meaning of life.
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