@@ My lady, wherefrom would the readers begin,
From the shyness of the peach
And the eloquence of the air?
From where,
From the b0dy of the earth right in here
Or the silver of the sky.
O, my lady, how could you sleep
Written in the saffron of our dreams.
You set the esoteric fluffs free,
In a gazelle that reads the a velvet of names. |