what then is she
for she is not a part of me
is she the cloud
the essence of sacred rain
giving me life
madonna of all nurture
the mystery
a serenity men never know
is she a lover
with wet eyes and soft kiss
is she a witch
confusion in deceitful spells
is she the muse
a whispered vision fantasy
is she life
a partner of precious breath
or is she death
breast of clay in garden flesh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem