Rays-of light...hide-in the sky,
like ripples water-of the spring,...wandering,whispering,...playful and uneasy,in the silence of the night
The moon let down the corolla rays-high,above the well sweep,
braided haired dark blue,as sky,
beautiful-is Desra.
I keep-in my palms red berries collected from rose hip,
squatting will fall asleep moments,
like stars along the trail.
Can be heard the echo-of silence,hidden among the rocks,
it's time for beautiful elves-words...
...to wrap-in whispering their prayer,as -in an hidden silky veil,throughout the earth...
With burning heart frame-in my cold palms red berries, collected from hip rose...small seeds,
like-in a glimpse, they lovely melting.
The seeds-of love,rays-of my dream,
kept as fruits on Desra tresses,
in the thrill of my heart will remain as the word-of -love bless this.
