She lied about her name,
She lied about her fame.
She lied about her peers,
She lied about her tears.
She lied about her grief,
She lied about her pain.
She lied about her anxiety,
She lied about her worry.
And she lied about EVERYTHING,
Though nothing but the Truth,
The Reality,
Which everybody knew except ME,
Was that she was gonna lie forever....
In the Sacred Arms of that Deity.
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And today she lies right in front of me
Peacefully in her Grave
SO PRETTY
SO PURE
SO SERENE
As if, I would never be able to
LIE ABOUT HER BEAUTY.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written portrait, good ideas, well embedded.............