she stands
beside
the quiet pond
holds a lily-pad
in her hand
that hides
her face
from
the sun
her mind is as far as
the distant hill
and she dreams amid floating clouds
rivulets flow down her cheeks
she closes her eyes
in silent prayer
all day long
the moonlight in her eyes
the sun in its hiatus
the skewed mind
dancing with the clouds
raining their drops
on her
phantom world
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