Nira’s Tale of Love II
A miser sleeping in a corner;
Her battered skin adorning Her finer.
Distant bustling She heard,
Constant rumbling She feared.
The horizon of an alien land;
Who could breathe a second?
Loved once; was hated twice,
But to die once; Would others pay the price?
When Her smooth lips kissed them,
She forgot the past cup’s brim.
Nights betrayed the lights,
Cries stole away Her nights.
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