Desperately looking out for her
Through mystical binoculars?
First, assume her voraciously adventurous personality,
Who can leap through timelines,
Follows the immeasurably fun guidelines
And senses the occasional howlers.
You can’t see her in the past
The present is less eventful and more derivative
Future is what she likes to place in her dream
Only between the claps of souls where you may find her active!
This is the 48th poem under the poetry journal “Isn’t She A Cape Crusader!” which aims to add 100 poems under 100 days. I missed five days.
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