She stands alone beyond...

She is as silent as the meadows of late
Too callous for men to wait
Standing bright on the darkest shores
A beauty of boundless adore
She stands alone with the orchids around
Her gait so somber,  it makes no sound

Men have for long called sombre her talks
Yet they are flushed by those she launched
Silently she comes from the lands beyond the sea
And walks away again with her lover in glee

She - as cold as the rivers of peaks
She - as warm as the summers of glee
She - as proud as the warriors full of pain
She - as humble as the trees devoid of gains

Yet for years has she been seen in dark
Shattered, her solitude is a subject of remark
Hated, her presence for she guides without smiles
Loved by those who have lived through tides

She, the goddess and she - the peace
She, the monster and she - the weak
She, the tears and she - the weep
She, the  burden and she - the free

And alone at the end,
She stands as truth
Alone with her hands
She blesses all brood

Yet alone the mistress stands till doom
Smiling coldly at the tasks of the loon
For she  unforgivingly looks all times
Waiting to lurk when the times are prime...


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