She loves rains
Or she loves the simple dawns,
She carries the answers within her heart,
but no into her ideas.

She wears flames
On her eyelashes,
She lowers her palms
On a empty pages.

She hears colours,
She feels an echo,
She carries a webs of smiles
near her mouth.

She walking with the moon
On steps of a granite, -
She is a pain of
Daily life.