Between that sweet taste and your name in her mouth
few moments there were.
The days do not complete..
they are followed by the darkest nights..
hotness of summer followed by drought of fall.
a glance to the moon we could have..
yet before we taste any trance in a waiting night..
the beats' rhymes will be broken by the sun's light...........
a changable creatures we are...they are..
each has his reasobanle and un reasonable seasons..
each has his stages of his ages...
The cosmos lacks stability...
that internal..the external state
are exposed to the windy stromy nights...
In the poets' universe each face has many other facets................