Berkana

A wonder of productivity,
A scent of femininity,
A green of the woods,
And new gracious moods.

Her signs are so mild,
A smile of a child,
A mystery of a lady,
An unfrogettable game.

Her dance is delicious,
Her smile is illuminous,
Her movements are deep,
The nature's asleep

And her fruit comes back
Now that time overlaps
And a journey so long
Is packed into a song.


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