O Woman Mine

When the world is pouring its pain in your crevices,
Please, girl, hold still a little more…
Soon this world will all be over,
And you alone will stand, at your core.
As your seasons remind of lost battles,
As your warmth reminds of the petal that shed.

You hold on to your solitude, lady,
You have to triumph the truth you bled.

When sun kisses the garden blooms,
You blue not, o woman mine…

One day you will face the sun,
And brighten him with your own skin shine…

Image : Frida Kahlo Self-portrait


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