Plucked by the wind of aspirations
and scattered in the shadows...

A sculptor of devotion chiseled away
at the stone of her desires...

In shadows deep, where secrets coil,
A tale unfolds of ancient soil...

Intimacy is a garden, lush and green,
Where two hearts meet and souls convene...

Oh beloved navel, how wondrous thou art,
A precious mark of a mother's heart...

Faced with mortality, we are all consumed
By a creeping sense of dread, a fear unassuaged...

My mind is failing me,
my spirit, disquieted within me...

A noble heart beats within your chest
Filled with kindness, love, and the best...

With the existence of joy,
life feels pleasant...

Many are highly regarded in society,
Placed in esteemed positions...