She lies above the earth's sphereNothing against her powersMother of
(Lady's strong death made a dark sorrowBreaking piece by piece
Gaze around, fearful sepulchral shadowsStanding into the earthy depthsMixture of
The dark flower through the walls of sorrow.Where a man
Flow of time turn into emptinessEnds to the place that
To every thing there is a reasonTo all destruction there
Aquatic reflections written by lake's watersOver the mountainThe sky immerses
Poseidon, god of the sea, releace your wrath.The depths of
Wondering hands, the trees!The naked stones of grey beauty,Gathered to
In the existence of time the undefeated armiesOf the primordial
Surface of permanent street formsLost moments get impaled my presence
Hanging upon the windSuch as the world never knowThe ancient
No chosen path lies among their ways.Inner emptiness must be
I wear a storm of tears,Till the day my time
As the symbolic darknight inspiresThe conventus of their spiritual union,Inner
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