At the same time both proud and plain,
And fashioned from worlds far away,
Unlike women shallow and vain,
Who at beauty can only play.
The way they could not she saw things
For what they were, and did not hide
The sadness that this wisdom brings,
But turned away the times she cried.
With eyelids, closed and shuttered, by a nail, The sense of sight, when other senses fail, Is now covered with ash, so freshly laid, The...
I am weak. No one can help me fight this. I feel, I feel too much, most of the time, And she is like me. I cannot dismiss Her tall...
The ancients breathed inside me, I recall That child, who heard them whisper quietly, Standing like giants when I was so small, Those...
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