Feeling her eyes as a safe home
nebulas bloomed in her eyes
and got frozen giving birth to sapphires
forgetting their duty to give birth to an another star.
Not just the hair strands
but the threads of fate
directly woven by the three sisters
Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos
with each haircut judging
the fates of mortals.
She has bow shaped lips
the words spoken out in calmness
strikes like a cupids arrows,
and the words spoken out in anger
strikes like a sharp bolt of lightning
creating natural calamities.