Your grace
Is made of olives and wool.
Owls accompany you
As you walk the green hills
Of the Hellenic land.
The feelings you send and convey
Are brighter than solar rays,
You enact all the feminine stregth
And you welcome the courage of games.
While you walk, the nature's in bloom,
And the perfume of summer prevails
Over stuffy and boring rooms,
Sending warm and phenomenal rays.
Pallas
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