There is a woman in the forest, nude.
She descended from the skies
Where an angel made her be a little girl.
I carry her inside me, my long black hair
Falling on my great round shape
That shines under the sun’s rays
Like a big, white pearl.
a poet and artist
There is a woman in the forest, nude.
She descended from the skies
Where an angel made her be a little girl.
I carry her inside me, my long black hair
Falling on my great round shape
That shines under the sun’s rays
Like a big, white pearl.
donika emille