English
I don't desire to lift the trophy for my aches I had nights of haunting and terrible storm those with retakes So I close my eyes to find my nightingale and offsprings of tree inhabitants And breathed in vision to search for the finest blooms, the season'
English
Only headlights are seen at the day's epilogue Those pierce the spell of powdered fog As angels’ sighs fall down but thy North Star Holds hands to pass the vision straight ,clearer The spiral web the spider's abode Caught the mist in droplet’s code Wisest
English
Please be a little slow, oh summer ! In sunflower fields , sleep a little, oh summer ! On mangoes and jackfruit logs where bees buzz and stuck With thy warmth lives bloomed with the grandeur of luck. Shaking of the drunken drowsiness of Spring . All in a tune those sun soaked afternoons
English
Not a roaring thunder neither a hailing frost It's a March awakening with sunshine of joy While each sound insists to be that friend whose path yet not crossed With mine; winding leaves,survived seedlings. Distracted my thoughts those were meant To produce a fruitful verse sitting alone