Umbrella Gal

Said shes flying,
with no sense of direction
while her heart rises,
without a scent of time
The misty Sun seems to take,
all that shes wanted
and her thirsty eyes
always too proud to run
while the situations
a constantly changing
no feelings obscured pretend
and the charity's,
that rape the organizations
Just to feed their hungry purses instead
Shes turned her back
on all that he could offer
Shes flipped her coin,
and never found where was land
and now she sits with peace in her best years
Drinking Martinis with the sand

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