She

Once I huddled into the world of sore,

I happened to meet She.

Foiled yet fearless, Crumbled yet stoned,

The unsaid story in her eyes was as deep as the sea

I wondered seeing double hearted,

One softened as flower other is cruel.

As I cognized,

Let me introduced her to the world.

The ship of the child inside her floating to the horizon,

Someday drawn inside to the apparition.

She smiled and embraced the sea,

The child was dawned,

The only thing that could survive was 'she'.

Endeavor for coherence was constant,

When life walked through the undone sin.

The war goes on and on and on...

Was it with the world outside or within?

All the evens become odd,

When odds are already odd.

Every day she coercion out to die,

But she awakened, stood up and try,

And wonder where to hide the cry.

She meant to the world,

And the world meant to her.

She is a goddess when being loved,

Could bedevil when to suffer.

She is constant, She is worrier,

She is humble with no fear.

She is beautiful, She is lee,

She is no one but you and me.