The Crown Of The Sun

She walked the path of tears

She blindly asked for a smile

The soul trembled like leaves

That's how she made the medicine.

And she had to open her eyes

The memory hurt a lot

Hope is confused in her heart

She didn't look forward to the sun either.

She crawled on her knees

Hiding the pain under the ribs

Persistent parachutes rose

She was breathing half dead.

Wrapped in her forest

Where wounded birds live

The verse healed the sorrow

She combed her insomnia with her fingers.

And then a miracle happened

The sky heard a heartbeat

A firm faith enlightened her

Giving her a crown from the Sun.

And God rewarded her with holy grace

She became a poetic muse

He turned sadness into a smile

He also wiped away the traces of tears. . .