Crescent devotion to this glacial breeze
To beget a bard in this skin
And how it flattered the blood
To dulcify the colour of empyrean
My heart is chorussing a ballad
Thus the lips essaying to sing
As i hear a sound of clarion voice
Mumbling in the woods to begin.
These papers have turned into flowers
And my mind is now like a bee
We collide in a garden of an exclusive love
Feels like a soul with separate skin.