Her hair is the wind that brushes through all of us
It moves with a gentle ferocity that compares
To nothing which holds sight to man's eye
Limbs that lava holds no heat that seep
To every lapping ocean
Never to be cooled
Stars are her eyes telling the world
What is her sight
She breathes for all of us when she wants to
And nobody when she chooses
Beneath trees leaves rustle within the street
She is defeat that feasts upon man's ignorant actions
Flashes of satisfaction is a spark which she creates
Lost in her I am nothing but another translation
A sentence written poorly
By love's woeful worry
A burning flag strewn across a dirtied ****** ground
Everyone in town hearing their own heart pound
We are the lost leaves sunken into newly rained on dirt
We are the worms moving underneath the soft dirt
We are the laughing lords of our island in maroon
The cat purrs her sound when given love
Squealing her pain when it is forced with hate
She is all as well as
Nothing at all