She is

She is a mere reflection of myself

From palm trees and vanilla ice cream

She is from the crystalline ocean

Breathing, feeling, observing

She is from sweet fresh coconut trees

Hanging by a thread

She is from a warm place and freedom

Call her condemned

Her soul will live and remain in this place she longs to be in

In spite of the fact that no longer is she mentally confined by it

Her eyes blind themselves from believing