One day,
for thousand of years she has walked
fled
dreamed
for a long time
hoped
for many decades she has
searched
Were they together near
murmur of waves
divine sound of harp and flutes,
the white man and the butterfly?
Yes
she lay safe on his bosom forest
in middle of night
they loved with innosense
one day
blood again will flush under
green moon of fairy tale
she and he fly high into
enchanted spirit
One day