A nuance of joy had the day gone by
and so she suffocated her daily cries.
But a joy in a day can be a mask only
it became her daily verb the word ‘lonely’.
A poet struggles while those keen on prose
to the dept of emotions are not even close.
Her search never ends it becomes only art
since she doesn’t have of the word ‘we’ all parts.
She keeps fighting watching her back
she becomes stronger, for help she doesn’t lack.
A warrior lives as other have only imagined
a warrior lives to become a legend.
Categories: life, love
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It was long ago and it still is now
to find peace one wants to know how
to set aside all glitters of modern times
get stuck in poetry and medieval rhymes.
Peace is not a matter of how to do
it is something already present within you
just you may need to walk your own pilgrimage
and get the lessons on your own lonely voyage.
Loners know it is not an easy road to take,
but no easy road a warrior out of a man makes.
So if the path is all in glitter and easy to walk
go for your calling and don’t look back with fools to talk.