"She wanders aimlessly, wondering if she can fall back to sleep.
What is this endless road I'm on, will I ever find my home.
I'm speechless because I'm lost at sea.
Words escape me, as I swallow the leaves.
The trees hold my mother when the storm rages on winds.
I left in the evening when there were stars still in the sky.
I wrapped my head in fine silks, and buried the sands.
I wanted to know I'd made a difference so I hid my hands.
I don't understand how I got here, but my heart likes to whisper.
I call her a gossip, but she doesn't like to hide.
The man with the boat has always been my friend.
Sometimes he sends me wanderers with secrets.
I like to play pretend, and close my eyes wide.
Golden heights glisten on your way back down.
If I hit the ground running I would own the world."
~Marisha~
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