Sunken deep her softened cheeks,
Flushed with righteous wine,
Along the riverbed she sleeps.
While the nymphs keep vigil.
Floating between water lilies,
Her hair adorned with sleepy flowers,
She rests in peace while waiting,
For the moon to rise.
As the lilies awake,
Basking in the white light,
She slowly opens her shuttered lids,
The moon in her eyes.
The stars glimmer in joy,
The maiden wakes,
Awaiting her convoy,
She watches the skies,
Bowing to her might.
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Whispers of the Mind
PoesíaLocked up inside, the mind speaks to you. Sometimes, it tells you of your past wishes, sometimes it becomes the cause of your spirals, and even more times, it allows you to dream. What a wonderful place this world could be if everyone achieved their...
