Who dreamed that this
Beauty will someday
Build a boat, and sail
To no return, those
Goddess that comes,
And go to torment the
Thought, and hearts of
Men, but will never
Stay, and live: i see
Riddles in the dark, an
Illusion of a baby
Goddess born, but never
Live to see the light,
Yet said to have sail,
And live among the
Little goddess of the
Sea, a beauty bestowed
On them with a curse,
A majestic misery, born
Daily with death as
Their curse, a sad saga
In Africa soil, of
Womanhood, and birth of
Daughters of the sea, a
Phenomenon untold by
Physics, those immortals
That tend their heart
On mortal men, wasting
Time, and thoughts on
Jealousy to see the
Fall of them, while we
Men merits on things
Beneath them, but yet
We were all made a mere
Mortals, and never see
Pass the sea of mortality
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