She was half human,
half universe
she lived so long,
to tell times
to tell when death knocks,
by the bird's sudden flight
To tell;
when the sun is quarterly burnt,
by the empty cloudy sky,
She was embedded in time
She is the stream of the universe,
the consciousness of mother Earth
The pod,
in which the human race is preserved The ship to another generational port, she is the lioness of her cub,
that hunt's down her prey,
on a lone sport
She lived long enough to tell kings,
by the lines inscribed on the palm of a man
Tell a craven,
by the slight move of his hand
Tell fortune,
by looking deep into the stars,
and find answers
By reviewing the past,
She Lunch's into the depth,
to unlock a man's heart
whispers to his wild spirit,
which settles and relax
She cause the tides uproar,
in anger of hers
She's the jealousy of every opposition, in tremble of deposition
She was half human,
half universe
She lived so long,
She became part of the time.
©iam.a.poet
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