When She The Glamorous Poem by Nero CaroZiv

When she the glamorous one returned back to mother earth
And all her joyous body and prime beauty are claimed by worms
That consumed off the red and white from her lovely cheeks
That once had been so proud and so widely notorious,
Oh, men should you pass on ground above by her grave
And see her tombstone feeling false and feeble pity,
Her dry bones wrapped in dust will find a voice speaking
To answer you aloud:

'No need to pity me, stop the flow of your tears, be still, lying here I am content,
Take back your poor compassion and sad contemplation
Joy was my life; a constant flame torched in me
Day and night; too steady to destroy too vital to forget or ignore
I was lithesome to the changes of life as a bending reed
Loving the storm that swayed me and shook my vitals
And yet I found joy everywhere in shine and in sorrow
Than any one can find happiness in time of joy.'



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