Hidden-in heart,like in a rock-desires,
the ocean worn over the waters...loneliness.
Messengers-of words with drooping wings-the silence of leaves,hanging like rags-in trees,
on thousands of pathways,
the arrows fly-sky high.
A flock-of birds take on its wings the colors-of autumn,like a memory of childhood ...stories,
Cups leafless-the trees,
with forehead lean upon heaven,follow the rainbow...
Passed through the fire-of love...they are blind.
Sprinkling with plush seeds-chrysanthemums,covered graves...inside this,
beautiful box heart place,
forever with faith-in love embrace.
