The world was hers...
She painted the canvas ...
With all her hues..
To explore the rhythm..
And to capture the blues...
The world was hers ..
Through her bright eyes ..
As she rides and conquers..
All the butterflies..
The world is limited..
To the stretch of her smile..
In her eyes, are embedded..
All the fireflies in a pile..
Tiny footprints, filled with amore..
Lead to a door not so afar..
The world isn't round to her any more..
No destination in her closed eyes was ajar..