Samba da Pergunta

She now only lives in thought
Or in the firmament
In everything that travels in the sky

She could be an astronaut
Or even a little bird
Or turned into a gust of wind

Kite made of tissue paper
Or, who knows
A little balloon

She could be on an asteroid
She could be the Evening Star
That is looked at from here

She could be living on Mars
She was never heard of again
She disappeared..