Her dreams most often fly like birds
to other lands and worlds
she likes the windy rainy days
her soul none can unfurl
She is a woman full of grace
she smiles and walks away
her heart sings songs in harmony
with gulls and birds of prey
She had been damaged in her youth
wings bruised as songs grew few
her only comfort now are gulls
that soar as storms ensue
Not many souls escape the blows
that hide on twisted roads
not many are unscathed by time
or carry easy loads
As many ways as hearts that beat
are found among the crowds
this woman favors birds in flight
and storms in windblown clouds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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