Elle
She is,
The reddish moon at the sun set;
Far, behind the horizon,
Warm and tender,
With a heavy sleeping eyes and
The awakenings glance.
She is,
The soft timid poem
The drunken beauty
Of the fog,
The caring sparking fire
Calming down the notorious beast.
She is,
The thunder,
The miracle rain, and
The green land merging
From ice fissures.
She is,
The profound seas,
The soft water
ocean, and
The promising desert,
She is,
The language,
The zillions future names, and
The universe thousand secretes
She is,
The woman
I adore,
I worship,
And I protect,
She is my temple and my shelter.
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