She wandered slowly alone
With a blend of charming and tranquil moves
Gently poking her head out, Gazing and perceiving
Through the green grass and cracked pavements
With her beautiful, elegant shell weaved on her body.
Dwelling in her world of stillness in her shell
A realm of comfort and understanding
Where she knits her masterpieces of dreams alone
In silence, inclining towards solitude
Crumpled and knocked upside-down
by everyone that passes by.
To hide from the wild sphere of uncertainty
Closing her eyes recedes to the shell
Where she thrived and mastered loneliness
Timid she names, misinterpreting silence And to be alone once again