Which is in the air,
Is in the wave
Why not exist,
In me
On the shoulders
In the evening
Life's way
Light bullet
Burning of candle
Fire jaw
Burning is in the sea
Why not is that
Matter in me.
Rose like a sun,
Peak, colonize
Then passing
Through tunnels
Which laugh
It is in new age
Why not exist,
In me
One of the little ones
Fluttering
World for seven colors
Sleep in sleep
Which is in
Open sky tone
Why not exist,
In me.
