And bring her place in magical history to rapturous round of a sudden pause…for mind-altering, unanimously bespoke thought

She walks ponder-some upon, over and beyond every other person’s everything… and simply says what we wish upon a shooting-star to see

These skies are creatively wild up inside of her iron-coated mind… and many an incensed person has come misshapenly a crumble… by the concentrated vicious curtailment of her vivid stare, where broken people will forever fail to be

She is perhaps,
And riotously, undeniably…
A far better version of you and I

Where wild-flowers go to shrink, wilt, upset themselves and Die