In her depleted eyes
Sinking in her heart as a stone
Wanders the miles
Mountains for her shores
Fly high elysian
Dare not to fall
Hands of divine cries
Her virtuous core
She holds the tears
And the steps she takes
The sight of estrangement
A veil to hide the truth
The language of the shadows,
The disheartenment by the words,
Misconception and the will is muted,
The pleasant view of her stars,
She is flying to utopia doors,
Towards the rosy pearls.
Come close now, she'll never let go,
Trapped in this wretched sphere.
Fly high, blindfolded minds are no more.
The horrendous fate, abyss rightful ruler,
From the chains of time,
From the deserter that lived in her dreams,
The melody of howling demons, she is flying far away,
To rose in her world.
Beyond hell raging fire, she'll ascent higher,
spontaneously sings eternal chores.
Elysian, you are finally free.
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Two Tears
PoésieFor my love, My HOPE The love we have is a definite testament that spanned decades, though we came from afar place, we were always able to find each other, across an ocean of time. I love you eternally.
