In heart a hidden golden womb,by discharge from there flower emerges
Earth’s woman desire is blue
An open birth charmed ever long
A heart beat,voyage is the nature of this shuttle.
In a festive have a many dresses,by decay loose there shade
Men race have on that vast mouth
seasons move change the colour
Beat of this creation,voyage, a bridge to the infinite.
May be it is that
busy with the study
all day long
A distance at far
an evening field
after ringing of the
school closing bell
there is a space
an intimate conversation.