And so it came;
The unrealistic reality
The edge of her temporary remedy
And a fleeting joy to her solitude

What an injurious fate!
Streams in her eyes have drained
No more hopes, no more storms
All that was left were unhewn letters and fatal feathers

Oh!  But then again
Her heart sprouts from its seeds
And so listen, and hear her cheeps
Listen to how her voice swells up on the cliff

Don't take a leave
Be with the phantom princess
Stay, and rest your heart in her deep stillness
Don't leave, but harbor in her eternal love


© Razda J

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