Poem Woman

Her cries echoed
Through the shattered mirrors
Of desire and lust
And yet she is not broken

Her body, a temple
Of pain and purity
Of sorrow and ecstacy
Yet she hopes

Her sanity, painted red
Against the pale moonlight
Against her will
And yet she strides

Her dreams, a mockery
Her pride, a trickery
Her soul, drenched of sins
Yet she believes

Her life, a beautiful mess
A cesspool of secrets
A sanctuary of lies
And yet, she loves

 

[mind^^FREAK]

Ganda ng irony. Very fittinf description of a woman.

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