Waves of beauty
Cover the planet
As the Sun rises
Above the lands of Celts.
They fight for her beauty
Each day in May
But she stays at the father's place
Home.
Day after day
She sees tournaments
Of heroes and knights
Waiting for them to liberate her.
Day after day
She waits for the doors to open
For her and the spring to start.
Her beauty is a prize
In a huge battle.
Her soul is as attractive
As her face.
She is a symbol of hope.
Creiddilad
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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