skin the color of pale moon light
eyes of deep and unquistionable knowldge
voice of the caring and the firm and the strict all at once!
fingers unadorned what simplicity!
she walks this world with humans and demons alike
a fallen of grace she was.
but graced she be to me
as i now know another type of a mother's love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem