A world is like free radical wings in particles
Do not Mark
Fly to see the zodiac of the crib dancers
Flowers in the premises
Body mark
In the jungle of the affinity of the bone-free clot
Like flying insects,
Being shaken, the clouds of fascination.
Apple clouds are flying in the sky
Have been silent
Dome Kumara's body is beautiful in the fog Dhaka horizon
Moonlight,
An iron bridge is becoming troubling at night.
