She seats at the top
Of a mountain
Wounded by thousand
Of wars
And yet she is ready
Strong as ever
Ready to fight
The arrows of lies
The deceiving words
That breaks her heart
Every single time
She still stands
A believer of love
And happiness
She holds her sword
With pride
Because she knows
It is not a lost cause
And she will win the
Final battle!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Monday, January 20, 2020
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