Peeling off the mud on her jeans, she outstretches her lingering wings
A fabled soul riding on a dark unicorn
Making a final flight to the Utopian Paradise
A love letter to the winter, maybe?

She pauses to listen the rhythm of her heart
Long lost in the drone of the madcap traffic
Cut and cauterized, gasping hard for air
Casting her wings, she creeps into the chill air.

Grey clouds of yesterday, blanketing her blue sky
Weak, sallow sunrays piercing to kiss her face
Another dead leaf falls from the tree
Clutching her soul she vacates the crimson carpet of the leaves.

Autumn gradually wanes, she sees winter magnifying
The touch of a new season, pretty flowers and blossoms
A transient beauty relaxing the change of season
A pristine book ready to unfold new stories.

Unabashed, she ascends to throne the zenith in a land forlorn
A mystical artistry anchoring her heart, again
Dwell into her eyes, for her words might ditch you
Yearn for her smile, for her scar might terrorize you.