I was molded from nothing,
the book said it is dust
Dust I shall be from nothing
The potter in his own hands molded me
To love the world and life
through whose eyes? Me
Desperate for life I
journeyed through
Through her hurdles I jumped,
through perils I swooped away
Then I met life visitors with
welcome faces
I then knew we were many
running in different mazes
From the myths, the stones,
the rumors I heard
She is the lady in black, the
one whose jokes are serious and not funny
I feared to be her friend,
indeed a best one, cuz I had loved ones
She was more than a
definition pretty, gorgeous I say she,
she wanted to be the chosen one
Everyday she visits other
neighbors, blocks away and give them much questions than answers
To ask their thoughts to look
up to heaven and wonder why
This angel I feared in many
ways
Because in my heart I didn't
want her to stay
She's not a bad soul, she's
always just on duty
To make we understand the
first line I wrote
A bride with many unwinding
groom
She always has the perfect imperfect arrangement of room
She in whom eyes life is
finally defined
In whose tears she has no
option
She waits on her call as
though she's a waitress
So she doesn't keeps our
impatient lives on a long wait stress
The potter's son she didn't
fear
To show you her glory marks
isn't only about you alone
She can't be defeated, NO!
Not by we mortals
She is a goddess, ready to
have night full of ecstasy and passion with you on her alter till you give in
yourself full amount:Total
The lady in black you think
that's her name
The angel with no wings you think
that's her fame
My lady in white , she who
always gain
In life's clock to prove our
inevitability and vulnerability's pain
I dare not dare you, My Lady
in White.
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