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
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