In a bittersweet,
Sweet weeping
My eyes find themselves leaking.
A Mourning, a Reaping
A storm underneath,
Seeking.
The Tempest bellows
In low refrains, winds stirring up
Dust and rains
Of all sorts;
Of all corners
Of my mind.
Spoken not in a language enough,
But rather brewed up in enchanted lullaby's,
Her Cries;
The tears that find themselves
Escaping her eyes,
Relishing in the cracks and creeking,
for....
The Earth beneath her
Is breathing,
Releasing.
The magic is enchanted of shades and shadows,
Coloring every scheme.
Beneath every skin,
a frequency resonating.
Resonated here,
In leaking tears of no language-
A sadness run deep, welled so
A Mourning Mass, taking place in me.
A Funeral buried amid the trees.
Had he, the each of them been Right?
The flight of such a naive girl,
Child and all, to the ways of man
To the ways of man's mind.
Well today the naivety
In your savage girl died.
Your savage girl died.
and reduced not, yet,
Has anything been...
As....
She mourns.
No...
Now no man, will take away, her right to say
Her right to be,
Whatever she may.
Today...
She Bends.
She bellows.
She creeks and dances
To the winds' serenades
Somatic semblance of release
Bends and breaks seep...
And her sap leaks.
Her blood
Her bond.
Roots and ties.
Sap and lies,
She never had understood.
Rivaled.
She mourns...
So take shelter...
As broods, She storms....
and the Divine Reckoning,
Unfortunately so...
Will bring more rains,
and even more,
Deaths to Mourn.
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