Forgiveness

I gave you my soul:

handful of shimmering leaves

from the treetop of a birch

reached towards the sun

few rays Moon

and a few flowers

of healing meadow's herbs

tied by thread

of the spool magic

whose thread I follow

through darkness

up to the place

where your soul is lonesome

brooding into the sky

Forgive me becouse of the modest gift,

I didn't knew how to became a star

to lighten you glance

becouse in this moment 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