Immortal mother – Abode of freedom
Mother, beautiful star of the seas… The latent fighter heart, of your captive prince, defied the death and darkness of the mind. Meanwhile, your alienated and brave soul, lay sleeping, placidly, on a flowery bed, wings of springtime butterflies. You were the slave of his dreams, of his enchantments and blunders, more golden and forbidden. You intoxicated your sweet and immortal soul, stripping it of his imperfect human mask, in his total and arrogant vanity.
And your red eagle, wounded by fear, crossed the forbidden skies, escaping from that golden prison, in your captive dreams. You were a prisoner of the vile deception. Slave of his loves and feelings, you sobbed between tears. Tears of silver, cascades of dew in the dawn impregnated your sweet and immortal abode. Abode of freedom, you were white gull in your languid walk. Meanwhile, your essence lay dormant, on a flowery bed, mantle of roses and lilies muted.
And your ecstatic, liberated and appeased mind escaped from that vile abode, towards the thin and clear banks, of your sweet human immortality…
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