Loving Rainfall like a Poem
My black bird flied away by tearing the fetter of love
What will be to nurture the lifebirdless thorax...
Ancient folksong
Birds, trees, cognizant people
I listen to keep on roots of them
Loving rainfall, suffocating drought like a poem…
The ear becomes longer, dirty pond, kingfisher
Dangles through the branches on that ear
Desire’s melody is played …
Love is so magnificent!
The flying flower falls on the quay’s terrace
Thorax’s stick
The word’s designing summer floats on the feather of
Simul tree
The death, i, e, the last job of earth is so magnificent!
Birds, trees, cognizant people
I listen to keep on roots of them
Profound, distressed
Loving rainfall, suffocating drought like a poem…
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