Her mysterious self

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It may have been rough
like traveling through trenches mines & firing guns
warring foes and enemy tons
stormy in her mind and thunderstorms in her lungs
She stood staring at the horizons
streaks of gold flickering over the sky
It was everyday, but something yet anew
Oh, my beloved do not be aggrieved, say the storms adieu
For the world standstill and awaits none but you

Through doors closed and windows ajar
she could smell the fragrance of love
Holding her brazen self strong, wearing in her sleeves, her heart
World was at her feet, and life pumping through her veins
She felt like a king, a knight, her version of victorious Tsar
Years had passed by, so much was left behind
Indeed she was a time traveler, mystery of her time, like few
Running endless errands for love
For the world standstill and awaits none but you

There are stories in the world, and stories indeed we be
stand by the right, right may not it be
You have the soul and there shall you know the truth
By the stories you will write, you will know, what shall you
For the world standstill and awaits none but you

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