. ̊✧The valley of unbearable endless clouds,

Ships full of whirlpools, lost in the shrouds.

Inside the chest – no jewels, no golden store,

Only a lonely pirate writing of grief evermore.

The dove does not know how to fight off pain,

Her wounded wings cannot rise above the sea again.

This whisper recalls not the past, but cursing, it binds the days to come,

A gilded cage conceals oblivion, where silence makes her numb.

Neither day nor eternity passed – the dove’s heart broke apart,

Now wings cling tight to her skin, resembling a human’s art.

The dove does not know in the chest lies her will – heart