Her runaway with dear wolf

Committing restriction of love,

She prays by the trees who whisper to her—telling her the same secrets that she once knew in her past lives.

Sounds of birds and chirps, the view from her house was a verdant oasis.

"Why do you always choose to reincarnate as a nun?" - The tree whispers.

"I'm waiting for someone special..."

~Soon she dies, she knows she is too wickedly loveless to experience her hopes and truths~

Every time she dies, she understands that the world is too sick and confusing that she has to die.

But~

The nun who knew nothing about love,

The nun who was always nonchalant about finding love,

The nun who prides herself on independence.

Was soon facing a major height of unknown beings who could love her more than how much she wanted to be loved.

The pond of her tears depicts a reflection of what she soon realises that she's not the only one howling for harmony.

It was a werewolf.

She turns around~

Did she know, the werewolf was going to ask~

"Run away with me from this wreckage world where we leave all of our responsibilities behind."

"I can't love anyone."

But why can't the young women run away from the standards?

Let go and let god win~

Her hand,

Removing the clothing from her responsibility,

She loosens up...

Take my hand and take me with you....

She grabs his hand,

They flee,

To a world where they wouldn't be judged,

A world where they could just love each other,

Alone, together.

She runs away from the boundary of society's standard,

That's how she found her true self again,

Running away with her dearest love~

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Authors Notes:

Thank you for reading my poetry!💗

This is about running away from society's standard depiction of love!

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