Legacy of a Stormy Writer with an Indigo Leather

She was a little girl who owned nothing but giant dreams. 

Her nest has been lost between two distant continents, 

which could not find a common journey. 

Most of the time she used to frequent her own company, 

and enrich spare moments building clouds and walls 

to hide that imaginary sphere. 

Dreaming about far kingdoms where no one would ask for her name, 

she was told she was different that she naively believed in

and ignored the fable of human souls. 

But whenever she hit the road, she could recognise a familiar feeling 

among the blue sky theater far above the gossipy ground.

And the music of a forbidden alma mater played

another life story with no end but a spooky beginning. 

Yet she was meant not to live in peace.

She left behind all that once had constructed

and embraced another battle with a whimsical destiny.

She uncovered the true face of the missing shadows of reality

and created a solid bridge between the world and a fake spectrum.

Thusly, no longer was she left to her own fate.

And with the rising Sun, the iris souls were bravely heading 

towards the Northern gate of her formidable yurt.

Not anymore solo, even the Moon had her stars. 

After a cup of tea, one more virgin dawning 

has settled between the lashes of her eternity.

- The Stormy Writer with an Indigo Feather (jkn)