Thursday, October 22, 2009

Beautiful wildness

for my beautiful, most precious sister

She moves as gently as a little cat
With graceful, feminine, tiny steps
Her coloured style will make you smile
Whenever you are down or cry

Deep in her eyes lay all her secrets
All questions, reasons, all her fears
She’s fragil, kind, so sweet and loving
Just giving all to see you glowing

If you will ever own her soul
If that’s your ever highest goal
Just spread her wings so she can fly
In different places, different times

With mystical and some strange signs
She’ll cure your broken, empty heart
In all her glory she will show you
The meaning of true life when loving

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