looks like I’m crazy
one bizarre
parade of sentences
seems strange, I’d be happy either way
with your love
wonderful centuries of destiny
but, she cried, “I’m born free.”
something I can’t see
she made acquaintances among beautiful ornaments,
as I pay the price
as an improvisational poet,
I began to extol the woman
looks like I’m crazy
one bizarre
parade of sentences
seems strange, I’d be happy either way
with her love
try to choose phrases of exquisite compliment.
while chanting, beauty between chatter
no one related how I went wrong
the others asked how it had happened.
with her, were her friends, she settles for more
laughable episodes.
looks like I’m crazy
one bizarre
parade of sentences
seems strange, I’d be happy either way
with your love
I can relate to vexed opportunities of feeling
she has her reality as a woman of eminent beauty.
amid the clamor, of crying:
represent jasmine in natural manner.
implement foliage most exquisite leaves of bryony and ivy
my mind unshaken in extraordinary circumstance, I remain with spirit,
looks like I’m crazy
one bizarre
parade of sentences
seems strange, I’d be happy either way
with her love
direct the Angels, dress them entirely in rose-colors
with kind, pleasures in their charming art.
there I dwell, in the mist of faded illustration.
It is a pleasure to read your
It is a pleasure to read your work