There's a legend passed
From woman to girl
Of the nameless woman
Whom whispers in their ears
To run away and seek shelter
Where freedom in the land
Of the Lost resides.
You could say she rescues women
From captivity of the bound
In mind and spirit
That has kept them in line.
As her freedom
Was once denied her
Though she's forever
On the run
She'll stopover to assist
Any woman in dire straights.
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LOST GIRLS
PoetryThose considering themselves lost girls of society. Godesses of creation among men. Or nymphs of nature. These poems were written for you.
