No voice could give her the cure for her despair.
No prayer could change her surrounding air.
No music could grant peace to her spirit.
No lyric could equate to the amount of pain she was tolerating.
No being could bring back her hopes.
No medicine could cure her dying soul.
Nobody could do what the ocean did to her.
She wept beside it and her sufferings seamed to blur.
With every wave that emerged, her rage rose along.
With every resting wave her miseries were gone.
When the sun shimmered on the water her soul got enlightened.
By the time it slipped in water, her mind and heart were reunited.