She was cursed

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A year ago she had still faith true love would come by

A year after she had still no love, but only the every-night cries

And she was still drinking that depressive wine

Being drunk in aloneness, she was giving herself the proper fine.

 

“The last reincarnation of my soul is on its way” – she was certain,

“my theater play will then end, it is the last time to be up my curtain.

I did what  I could, having my soul on mission, riding to leave traces behind,

I won’t come never again, they are and always will be only blind.”

 

This time she thought as for last she would more receive than give

This time she thought for herself more she would live

This time she thought true love would step by and stay longer

This time she thought to be weaker, and she had to choose to be stronger.

 

“On Earth”, she said, “this is my last reincarnation’s expedition,

I have done what I could to fulfill my soul’s mission.”

And yet even as for last, her love story wasn’t in the Universe’s plans

“I am cursed”, she said, “the last cycle was only existence in trans.”

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