Lost, for the world ;
The girl led herself alone.
Her gentle feet brushed against the minty grass and led her to the mystic roads of her heart's map.
Oh boy, little did she know that her heart was a mirage of obscure thoughts and a disguised emotional trap.
She walked across the sunlit fields of cheerful memories and across the churlish winter tides of sorrow.
Her innocent soul was looking towards a beautiful morrow.
On the way to a place called love , an angelic Waterfall did she meet,
With a slight blush and a fairytale fantasy to him she'd greet.
Somewhat shy , cause she did shiver,
For in his deep oceanic sight she saw her own eyes, mirror.
Capturing the swivel of sycamore leaves ,as they fell on the earthly ground ,
Her curiosity knew no bound.
Be it the crimson forests of anger
Or the unsaid feelings staging an opera ,
She stole it all in her camera.
She travelled through dense places of self-doubt,
They were filled with locals called 'Anxiety' , simply harsh and stout.
Frustrated, she let out a shout.
But not everything about her heart was dark and creepy,
There was a tribe called ' Hope' who kept her delightful and peppy.
At night , she lay on the grass for stargazing,
Steadily , memory fireflies entered her mind creating a sensation -so amazing!
She felt she experienced it all,
From the Paramount to the lowest fall.
And yet it was nothing but her heart that led her all along.