The moon light white lotus looms
Upon the turbid pond, shimmering.
Standing ashore, mud soaked her bare feet.
Waiting for the last breezes of autumn to waft her face.
Emerald blades hide her, discreet.
Flying back on the blue above,
Seeing the cloudless starry skies.
She faints from the teeming desolation. Aloof
Sitting on the community chair stained with ice.
Bending down so vigorously and uncomfortably,
Her nostalgic urge hinders her from home.
Shattered broken glass leaks,
The reflection of me.