Ukraine Women

There's a verse 

Carved by its own accord 

In the meadows of my orbs–

Obscure, veiled and untamed.

Steps to cease,

Blossoms be plucked;

I yearn for the crust collapse 

Baring the shrouded– a ballad. 

(Deception, deception, deception!)

"For the world has touched the places on me– spiritual." 

My beloved Ukraine!