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Her words spoke volumes
They caused a fuss
Those haunting words
“I can’t save us”
It’s powerlessness
It’s a burden we all share
Flashing glimmered hope
Fades into thin air
The powers that be
Are consciously aware
Even after bloods been shed
They still don’t seem to care
‪Between the edges of the mountain sides‬
‪Stands water, aqua blue‬
‪Extended for astonishment ‬
‪From many points of view ‬
‪To swim would be advisable ‬
‪As the legend goes‬
‪The water purifies the heart‬
‪And rejuvenates the soul‬
It’s for the releasing of oneself ‬
‪And giving up control‬
And for the sanctity of inner peace
As the legend grows
Surrounded by seclusion
Hidden from our sights
A beauty seen only in dreams
Asleep late at night
She’s a bona fide composer
With melodies and songs
She’s musically inclined
Though she hasn’t been here long
Her words come from the heart
Harmoniously in tune
She’s off to a fast start
As you can never start too soon
A prodigy on epic scale
A maven beyond her years
A set of high tone vocal chords
That’s music to our ears
Beauty is only skin deep
Her eyes closed for her beauty sleep
The counting of white leaping sheep
She’s strong, but emotionally weak
I question every time that she speaks
Her promises, she never keeps
Yet she stands on manicured feet
Quietly, proud, and discrete
Lying in the trees
Behind the leaves and shrubs
A feline leopards spots
And her two fresh spotted cubs
Lying in wait, but always alert
Not thinking of dinner, but what’s for dessert
A feathery pheasant?
Perhaps just might do
To pluck from the sky
From whence it once flew
She dissolved from drops of acid
Through the rabbit hole she fell
Her mind filled with pollution
Not quite how the storytellers tell
She was woken from a vivid dream
Shocked enough not to scream
Spotted, but never before seen
In this state of her confusion
She didn’t want to rock the boat
Still upstream without a float
Hanging there with every note
Listening for her ballad
Separated to her own detriment
And a yearning for her man
Her thoughts are all consuming
Still she fails to understand
The nature of the forces
For the powers that be
She’ll harbor her resentments
For an eternity
As to why he had to go
Why he had to leave
He simply went to work
But still she aches and grieves
She cannot bear detachment
She can hardly breathe
She’s in love without her lover
With notions preconceived
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