she took the rhymed-beads,
and put them on the string.
click-clack, they knocked,
as they stroke into eachother.
"what a lovely tune," he thought.
yes, her reader.
she added wishing-jeweleries
and fantasy-ornaments
to beautify her creation.
"what a lovely thought," he said.
yes, her reader.
she organized the pieces
with a wise hand of spirit.
"what a lovely structure," he smiled.
yes, her reader.
at the end,
the secrets were removed
the pain was set free
and she was gone.
to the feet of her grave of words
sat only a reader
who now
understood.