My humble land.

 My humble land.

I could captain my thoughts,
I could meditate reason within me,
I could forsake desire,
I was an arrogant sovereign.

My land was never troubled,
it stood with a pyramid chest.
It welcomed the outlandish,
but they remained guests, 
they never ripened to natives.

You were a banned immigrant,
you were banished from my land long ago.
I refused to be touched by your solicitude, your amour,
I refused to lose my land,
I refused to cleave along your sea,
the sea, you came from.

I lived on the plains,
your sea overwhelmed me.
The high tides were too ferocious to love,
the life on sand was evanescent.

The horizon of my land was simple,
not a grain of deceive sowed,
the sky was rational,
the sky that never promised the elusive.

And then you approached,
from that very horizon, the high tides behind you.
You flooded my land with chaos,
and strife hit between the natives of both lands.
Mine wished to remain untouched, safe-
yours dragged them by the fist,
to see the sun, to end the god fearing.

And suddenly I breathed in-
the dusts of the perturbed soil,
that spoke volumes of the riot of hearts you were guilty of-
my lashes abridged my blink,
and I looked up at the sky,
the sky which whirl pooled along the sea.

You had won over my land,
however my defeat was as welcomed as spring,
for you gave me a reason,
to once again kiss the handsome artistry of reasonless,
that set in with the adventure of your romance.

You had won over my land,
however my defeat was as welcomed as spring,
after all my land was a humble one,
why, my land was my heart.
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 The joy of poetry, after a while, oh yes.
-Nil.