Who Is She

her eyes are too big for the body her twisting tiny lips too small for the eyes coated with honey when she delivers whispers frugal words is she a cynic a hermit from the lost world in the mountains reincarnated is she a brown rabbit munching on orange carrots ever so peacefully brilliant yet fearful gaze fixed on the distant horizon is she a sinner who cells her soul in the darkness of her misery and a healer at the break of the dawn