She is that kind of warrior,
Kneeling down on her knees,
To rescue life from living,
Feeding greens and sowing seeds,
She swallows light, inhales complex,
Sighs out toughness in absence scene,
Profound loving crawls in cracks,
The unknown soil, sheen and serene,
Gives her boundless body gravity
Like you have never seen,
She heals her wounds by touching,
A magical force in her grounded feet,
She takes away the worry,
Walks in places cold and steep.
Puck Jansen
Met dank aan
Ingeborg Ohms
Kelly Vermeer
Zuhal Zai