Wet tears tarrying over her eyelashes
Prattled the story of a lost girl
Abandoned in the trepidous crosspath
Her drenched face sparkled in twilight
No roof for a shelter,
No mother for a caress lullaby
With a vague emptiness inside
She laid at the tunnel
Beneath the bridge of life
Tiny twinklets on the dark
Blanket over her head
Watched her withering face ,
Hit with puberty ,
Covered in grit,
Glaring at the dark lane
Opaque ends of the lacuna
Laid before her
with unanswered questions
To wander among woods
like a nemophile....?
A metanoic journey to a cynefin
Letting her past nothing
but a Evanescence....?
Pondering over ..
her fantods irked her conscience.
Just to console her wailing miraki
To welcome tacending tomorrows