I went on a mental voyage to her place,
the land of daisies, tulips and everlasting fragrant scents.
Where every river leads me to her aches, and there she keeps dancing with all her rage.
Her steps are chasing rhymes for days, so that the rage inside her could age.
Her island is at the end of the known world, where her caves are hiding her fears from the light of the day.

And as time has passed from the dawn to the dusk,
I think I should leave before she sees my footsteps on her sand,
I think I should leave as I can't stand this cold night.
And for the tulips that I stole, I kept some roses somewhere out of her sight.
As she is in rhyme with the divine, I hope she finds the red delight.
© revolda