Passion fruits and peach divine
Madonna of the queen-less ground
The matron of magdalenes She walks the earth and fertilizes the soil
And all living bowed and witnessed
She ruled the rulers bended its own will
Take what is, become what will be!Hope of the futile, reigning as three
Her sound, her call and one is she
For she was god in the garden of thorns
For she was the flower and the thorned
Borne out of stardust and lights
Blooming in concrete
And rivers flowed through her Passion fruits and peach divine
Quenched thirst
With fires burning from her
Hearth
Burning alight.
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Labyrinth
PoesiaPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
