An empty breeze fills her heart
Mercy and depression engraved on her face
Is love intangible as the Gods we know?
Her soul replaced by an unmarked tomb
Why is love associated with the heart and never the mind?
Is the ever pumping blood vessel as important as we make it?
Deeply hurt by time
Betrayed by four letters
Her damaged lips as fractured as the land she stands on
A blade of light pierces through her Earth work, illuminating hope
Her sculptured pain slowly degrades
An immortal life re-emerged, a soul without pain