Her Beautiful Heart
Her flooding colours and spice
Like the grandeurs of the Heavens
Are soothing Earth's face from aeons
Her lulling womb a host of our infancy
Breaths are fed with her beautiful hearts
But the stings of her invisible thorns
The boiled waterfalls from her eyeballs
And curse of her voiceless voice
Chokes and slits mankind
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