Amongst the many glimpses of the faces passing by,
my identity was lost never to be seen,
in the stench of the sweat of the man that laid by me,
my purity was lost never to be seen.
With all the thoughts that ran wild in my head,
my peace was lost never to be seen,
when I marked my relations, seeing all as one instead,
my love was lost never to be seen.
Pushed in an eternal search for what I had lost,
my joy was lost never to be seen,
restless, frantic, fatigued, corrupted,
my bliss was lost never to be seen.
Stripped of the virtues that once made me strong,
my power was lost never to be seen,
in these strange soils among the throng,
my divinity was lost never to be seen.
©candoura
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