Moonless nights behold her pain
They reflect her inner void
Surrounded by liars, she understood
The world is too deaf
to hear her cries
Every passer-by spitted upon her
The judgments and shame,
do burned her heart
But she was a warrior and not coward
A knight who fights in daylight
For the world she's a slut
full of dirt and sinner's ash
But out of those ashes, arises a hero.
~Amorura
A poem about a sex-worker who was burned with social norms but she's no coward and a warrior she knows how to arise from ashes unto which she was burnt earlier.
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Soul Of Words
Poesía"Words can be erased, removed, forgotten about. Their soul is eternal." Here Amorura, disguised her heart Some in the soul of her words Others in the form of ballad. A collection of poems and short stories by a reckless writer. C...
