She is as bitter as she is sweet
She is raven in the night
So mysterious and discreet
For she is phantom who fears the light
She bakes sweets
And magical stories and poetry
To those lucky few she meets
And even to those few she still remains a mystery
For she is a paradox
Both right and wrong
Smooth as silk and as tough as rocks
Both the silence and the song
Her name is Rachie, a simple title
But she is far from it
And can never stand idle
Especially with all her grit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem