She was made

on

She was made of unspoken pain

Her blood was pouring rain

Silent chase of eternal rage

She was made… Of much more than wind and dust

In darkness, she can trust

Never the less she aches from love

A lonesome writer with a wounded soul

Of sphere dusk and crystal dawn she was made

Over the afternoon she fades

Out of unspeakable wonders she created

Never daring to misbehave

She uses the stars for her passion to engrave…

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