Entangled miseries she hides beneath her skin,
Swinging on ephemeral swings on trees,
with wisdom clasped beneath her molars,
She sings ballads in her words.
The riverine broke out from the head,
Pouring inundating the valley of elves,
And in an odyssey of finding love,
She found interrred self in the forest.
Happily she flaunts her teeth
To each passers by and commoners.
Embrace each morsels with zest.
Feasting on meagre mirth
Living life even on the precipice
Of the cliff where water gushes.