In this place,
Where time holds still,
Is the world she stays the most.
Where nothing is
And all can be.
Where stars light up
And planets die.
Where children cry
And no one hears
Their little tears.
All but nothing
Seems to live
In rivers' waters
Of this place.
So many things.
So many sounds.
So many pains.
So many downs.
It's all mess
Of so much fun.
Here the sun
Comes and goes.
It heeds no warning
And takes no glance
Of the burning ash.
What is this place
Of forgotten times?
What can hold
So much things?
Easy answer
To easy queations.
It is the realm
Of her mind.
