Young princess
Child now grown up
You play being a wife
satisfied lady.
The rooms of your home
Polished dwelling-
They might satisfy
Your thirst for tea
friends accommodated
For years to come,
For years.
Your wise husband
accomplished master
He does not feel the pains
Ignore the paleness.
Behind a door
Your pain is hidden
Locked in
Golden lock.
You were free in the woods,
with your bow and your knife,
true warrior,
and now only daughter-in-law.
In twelve months you look at the moon,
dreaming of that life in a sylvan abode,
you wait to be sure that the wind will come back
and take away your days.
I was a little Artemis when I was a child and I lived in the countryside. O had a wood bow and arrows. I hunted burds but it was only a game for me. I’m against hunting. I only imitated a TV personality named Orzowei, the son of the savannah. 😁
My family descends from the Normans, Nordic peoples, and in fact I am very attached to the woods. When I go to the woods I feel strong and I have strange emotions, I have incredible energy and memories of a very ancient past that flows in my blood come back to me.
I am also dedicated to the woodlands. Like you when I walk amongst the trees I feel that I am at home; it’s where I feel that I belong, beneath the greenery, clothed in oak and ash and ivy leaves 🏹🌹🙋♂️
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 
Dec 02, 2021 @ 19:27:01
What or who do you hunt with your bow and arrow on the Alban Hills? 🌹🙋♂️
Dec 03, 2021 @ 13:24:57
I was a little Artemis when I was a child and I lived in the countryside. O had a wood bow and arrows. I hunted burds but it was only a game for me. I’m against hunting. I only imitated a TV personality named Orzowei, the son of the savannah. 😁
Dec 03, 2021 @ 13:56:38
Being in Italy you are Diana of the Alban Hills, protector of the countryside 🌹🤗🌹😘
Dec 03, 2021 @ 14:06:12
My family descends from the Normans, Nordic peoples, and in fact I am very attached to the woods. When I go to the woods I feel strong and I have strange emotions, I have incredible energy and memories of a very ancient past that flows in my blood come back to me.
Dec 03, 2021 @ 14:20:00
I am also dedicated to the woodlands. Like you when I walk amongst the trees I feel that I am at home; it’s where I feel that I belong, beneath the greenery, clothed in oak and ash and ivy leaves 🏹🌹🙋♂️
Dec 03, 2021 @ 13:22:15
A wonderful poem. The pain, so hidden.