I was born beyond the woods The willows were my darling home The oaks mothered my wild nature The nymphs has raised me as their own *** Untamed I wandered And stumbled before His hunting He did not wince but once With his cold hands he aimed He did not capture creatures since His last pursue he claimed *** First arrow pierced me in the shoulder I did not bleed but I have flinched His second arrow stabbed the trees His third brushed up against my heart His last has put me on my knees
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**The beautiful imagery for this poem was done by my dear and very talented friend Margarita Babenosheva. See more of her photography here or follow her personal account on Instagram here for other updates