poem #56

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traces of her soul
she searched in his shadows
burned like an eternal flame
she didn't find her haven
in the beautiful meadows

in his love she bloomed
like a Sakura
endeavouring the beauty
of his affection, which soon faded

and she got lost
in the maze of his darkness
the love she once thought
was pure and kind

she became his Mistress
now seeking peace in her pain
and false hopes
while her faith withers
yet, she doesnt want to escape.

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