She dresses up
She paces herself
She reads any face
She feels before she understands
She intuits the invisible
Everything in her existence
Even the most subtle inertia
Is getting ready to provide life
Whenever she decides to
She dresses up
She paces herself
Her ultimate purpose
Her driving force in life
Whenever she decides to
That was actually one of the very the first time I saw my writings in print. I can barely describe the emotions I feel everytime I see some papers carrying my words :_).