Mediu
My ankles sunk in soothing turfs of green
Flowers tenderly embrace my knees
Rebelling bushes my waist try to reach,
While ,along the wooden moss
My body molds into the trees…
My arms stretch out along the branches
And melt their fingers in the leaves;
Staring up my eyes are searching
To rupture through their diadems;
To steal a feeble thread of golden ray,
To feel its warmth my heart invade
And thus creating me a lace
That from harm would keep me safe.
Far and far from mortal glare
Behind the sea of heathen words
Untrodden paths would only dare
Behold my shrieking heart\'s despair….
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