Raise the wolves in the straw basket

For the sake of a woman only standing on her heart like a palm tree.. For the sake of her eyes that widen like death when she loves and narrow like life when she cries.. For the sake of the fatigue she leans her back on, because she refused others' crutches.. For the sake of the nails that run on her to make her stand where she wants.. For the sake of the heat of the sun that burns her head because she believed that it is less cruel than the bottom of the well.