She fles without a destination
With her unhunted beauty
Belongs to none, makes none her owrn
Yet unseparated every moment with her closest distance
None can frustrate her
As she has no ambition
None can see her
As she does not appear to the mortal eyes
She flies with her invisible heart
To ali the remote comers of the universe
Everybody busy with the head
The smokey eyes horizoned
in search of some stones and papers
From the city street
No fragrance comes from their plastic hearts
Who has such compassion
To recognize her hidden beauty
To listen her silent melody ?
All doors are closed
But she waits with all modesty at the door step
Lest your sleep be broken
Waiting to enter just for a silent consent.
in the clamor collecting darkness
She loses herself
Creating no identity
Perhaps this is the trick of her life
To fly without wings
