Her

 

Her wavy hair

Tickling the waist,

Her arched eyebrows

Pointing you,

Her curves  

Can shape your world,

 

Don’t try to be her god,

let the bird free,

free in thoughts,

‘cause she is her god.

 

Don’t pass the blame

turning her into a beast,

 Sit for a while beside her

To show your hidden spirit.

 

The eternal flame of life

Is guiding her,

She will find her way,

Her way of living and loving

 

Let her decide

Where to leave her footmarks,

Running through waves,

Passing through mountains,

Walking so far,

Going so deep.

 

Her thunder

Can light your life,

 Her silence

Can bring the storms.

 

 

 Don’t try to be her god,

 Let the bird free

Free in thoughts

‘cause she is her god.