A Borned Stories
Never to regret one's born stories,
Never to regret the star's alignments,
And the heaven's espousals,
This life given, the gift from the enchanted kingdom,
A child once born and the path given,
Righteous, unrighteous, fallen or wayward,
A destiny given for kings, paupers, or sovereign.
A Rose, a life or a riprap's foundations,
Mistaken, disowned, abandoned,
The ways from the dictating sun,
and the chambers of uncold dreams,
The caulderon of fire, the isolations from the cold,
The nights of mistaken identities,
The steel resolve of a heroes, the cowardice of an misencounter,
The rightful pronunciation of facts, the false allegations of fallacies,
Something more larger than what prevails, what happens,
A creation, a means and end to this life.
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