She carries her feelings in a green stained box
That has an ancient Greek word as a lock
All her fairies and enchanted flowers are safely kept
Inside a leather pocket she hides in the box
No soul has ever touched her soft memories
Or dared to approach her secret sanctuary
From all the ashes she collects along the road
She made an immortal flower with golden thorns
Sending magical vibes all over the globe
To every disparate dying soul
In order to restore all broken hopes
From its petals she created an elixir
A healing potion to all those burning shreds
Of all the tortured hearts struggling to enter light
To the whispers of the night she talks
To the moon she unfolds the scars garnishing her heart
To nature she cries her pain and worries
To the wolves she admits her mistakes and carries
Within their eyes the secrets of the universe
Making them warriors of the truth
Fighting ignorance, that invading dark shadow
She is the guardian of so many worlds,
Carrying the tears of the times within her soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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