above the white sand waters
fragments of dust were approaching
splashing waves did not escape stalled
now dozens of boats moaning here
the light of the morning dew
instantly your soul bounces
the seed of hatred you plant
as if burning arid fields
poetry poisoned on the branch
and the dew is a lantern
a pair of flying sauces bounced
WHY DO YOU NEVER BE DONE ... ????
THIS LOVE IS WATCHING YOUR POINT
such as water in rainy season
the wet the more dripped dive heart
and flowing with the running stream
LOVE ... my poetry and my lamp
You're cool like a dew point
every time you smile
like the wind slalu blows
butterfly white paper
you perch the heart
why should my chest shake
when is where I call your NAME ... .oh love ...