Under a dark moon

… and she was born under a dark moon
The sun cried and the stars wailed along
Speaking, they knew her days would be hard
Rough and crooked like the ugly tree’s back
The earth wept for the pain that was laid before her
Time was melancholic through her days
She was born under a dark and saddened moon
And her heart was not set for the days to come

Her heart was set for the days to come
She filled her pot with flowers
Her dress, she perfumed.
and her cup she filled with milk
She watered her garden and covered her bread with condiments
Her heart was set for the days that caused the moon sadness
Her heart envisaged the tales that filled the sun with tears
By that, her nights had been covered with tears

Look at the wet pillows stacked in her sorry
Let the morning come, filled with its undulating roads
Let the noon burn with its vigor
She will not wait for their hurt.
She will not buckle under the lean of the moon
No!
She will the morning caress
And the noon cheer
For her heart is set in light
And her soul in planted on glory
Let the sun be filled with laughter
Let the moon find in it, a smile
For she finds strength in her LORD

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