I was a candle that shone the spheres
Brilliant times of our last poems
Incredibly floating towards those clouds
Remaining fresh and wide and vast
And yearning with strokes of the next wind
Being the gate of somewhere in
Even with those wild birds shall fall
Our unseen core is there about
And we’re rolling under the sun
And we’re sweating under the moon
I was an unexpect being full of roses
Once alive I was at all…at once……
Immensely touched by these stones
Full of codes from where we was born
You should talk limitlessly by..
The coming light we shall bright….