I Gave You My Soul
I gave you my soul: handful of shimmering leaves from the treetop of a birch reached towards the Sun...
few rays of Moon and a few flowers of healing meadow's herbs tied by thread of the spool of magic
whose thread I follow through darkness up to the place where your soul is lonesome
brooding into the sky Forgive me because of the modest gift,
I didn't know how to become a star to lighten you glance because
in this moment in life I learned just how to be a human, woman carried by whirlpools
of the red river which springs from the heart and again pour in it