The Mystery of Life

He used to tell me Your queen is a christian queen Your love is a christian love Your fate is a christian fate But where is my queen? She died in exile Now where is my love? He dies for exile And where is my fate? It's dyeing my exile And nobody answers me anymore, Not even the wind that we used to trust But that was when We were still Together Together...

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Brooke Dylan

Date: 4/29/2014 6:59:00 PM

THIS IS A wonderful poem... great writing... your pen has a flair to it.. a true poet you are..

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 10/7/2013 8:25:00 AM

So great to see you have found your muse! Well done Hanitra.

Voahanitriniaina Rabary-Andriamanday
Date: 10/7/2013 1:21:00 PM

But I am sooo tired and depressed, sometimes, I can't even walk or talk... for entire days! Iy's incredible! Then, of a sudden, everything is OK! It's a strange situation I never experienced before! I can get very slow, it"s incredible! Anyway...My explanations are coming soon!Hugs!

Lucilla Carrillo

Date: 10/3/2013 9:40:00 PM

Life is sure a mystery. We never know what is going to happen from one moment to the next. Thanks for reading my poem..... Lucilla

Voahanitriniaina Rabary-Andriamanday
Date: 10/4/2013 8:26:00 AM

My best thanks and blessings to you, dear Lucilla