A woman full of pride
She never did know it,
Her heart full of sorrows,
A mind tinted by Algos,
The god himself shines pain
To this goddess incarnate.
She pleads life,
Little does she know
Her life is what I see,
Experiencing her anguish
Has shown her the truth we all forget,
Life is a mere experience as we ascend
As a higher being.
She, thy goddess, shall have all she wishes,
In the end, she shall live with jolly and fly,
Her sorrows shall make sense,
And her love shall blaze like the holy sun.
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Wind is Lost
PoetryMy feelings are being written, the poems short and long, rhyming or not. A smile or a tear may drop, but I am stills lost.
