She Is Different
Deep inside is the magic

She is truly confusing and strange Don’t condemn her for being so different Gaining wisdom sometimes leads to pain And the hardships teach the soul to stiffen…
She is strolling along the vast fields, And fresh flowers in the hair she weaves. The strongest storm with her blood beаts. Every step is new knowledge and grief.
Don’t condemn her — the highest green hills Are her shelter — the blue sky is near! Deep inside is the magic. She feels touch of nature — so close and so dear…
Climbing cliffs, going through the wild streams, Passing thick woods and losing her path, Wondering alone, her soul she redeems — May the spirit to cut into half?
Don’t condemn her — so weak and so strong, ‘cos her heart is vast, pure and gentle, And the strongest love there belongs With her power, magical and elemental.
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