Red Madonna Batita
Immaculate young virgin,
dressed in colorful flowers –
innocence is her power,
purity are her vows.
Immersed in flowers’ scent,
She is on the beauty trend.
Life is her vigor –
the spirit is her claim.
Every flower has its beauty,
every life its sense;
so even decay serves its aim,
but only pure spirit, life eternal proclaims.
She thinks, why spoil anything,
if I cannot reverse defiling.
I always can fall down,
but only in trust of God, I will be salvaged.
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