purity

Purity

She isn’t broken
she’s high like a mountain
Her heart still bears the happy fountain
where flow the joys of memories
The wounded soul needs no remedies
where chasms open to enchanted land
she no more dwells in castles of sand
Heydays sing like heralding birds
Spring whistles, wind whispers the sweet words
Beside the silver lake of bright time
She merrily composes the rhyme
I behold her happy spirit and pray
May this purity forever stay