She's waiting for her morning train - her iron caterpillar.
This track won't be the most main way in her various lifes.
But fitful breath demands the rain! And each following pillar
Sweeps past begetting aching pain because of running miles.
She's trying still to understand wants she to have а warm hearth,
Where the strangers should be banned, and every day is cosy,
Or wants she pioneer fire, where the sparks like falling stars,
Life jois because of absence trend, her sight is inquistive and nosy.
Until she decided which path takes place, until she is kind and careful
And in the same time she's liking to rase - time dos't matter as age tool.
So in the world of wind and calm she unites ununited when looks at the moon,
When she loves and compresses her palm, when she leaves her river to come back soon.