Does a soul belong to Heaven fields
Or fertile ground would be the refuge?
Heroic attempts to change Nature's choice,
Enduring it's crabbedness
To relish it's holiness.
Envied by Humans and Gods
The soul proceeds on a journey fixed
To uncover the mysteries of a life unexpected.
Below doom lights, in beds worn
A soul peaks a love hurt
By it's own arc,
Holding in small hands
The glory of a divine fate.
On life's walls Psyche climbs
To reach love's infinity
Through boxes of lust and human temptations,
To pass along
To pass by
And live on with flesh and blood,
As Godess between Humans and Gods.
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