Life,
According to the flesh;
Love,
In sincerity of the heart;
Helping you to fix things in the right order.
In 1416 love was made!
And, you were just a girl when love came to you;
After it, a child was born!
And, you always remember November because of the act.
This chils is yet to get an identity,
The true identity!
With the age of time;
Then came 1981;
Which was 565 years after,
Identifying the code of the name given to your child.
Nature, lust, pleasure!
According to the flesh;
But, how long can we live to fulfil our respective dreams?
On this matter,
With this issue,
On earth.
Nature, lust, pleasure!
The lost child;
Without a true identity,
But, living around.
Nature, lust, pleasure!
With the muse of history,
After 565 years;
After three failed abortions recorded by the mother.
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