In the blue of the arctic night,
a young girl dons a cerulean turban.
Her face, tender and tranquil.
Green eyes, quietly looking back.
A pearl earring radiant in the air,
shaped in a seashell.
The pearl, ironically large
to the age of innocence.
Her smile mystic,
as if she is not smiling,
but about to whisper
As if a little butterfly is about to
wondering about life.