Stars and chandeliers hang from her ears. We try to find clean water. The way ahead was skewed by circumstance and interference.
Remember the beauty in the ground. She is calling you to get dirty again, chandeliers and all.
Swallowed by the flooded river, my transport did not survive my ambitions. No reason to stop making leaps. Adaptation requires such dreaming and fortitude of will to imagination.
People adapt with the changes of life, and the sound makes its way through - auditorium or living room.
The riddles are here to help us bloom. And the river is still my friend.