I like looking at the starrs its better than looking at brown rocks
but ive learnt the many angles of a rock
they guide me to the ancient lake
oh snake where are you going
rythm where are you going
to the forest or to the viridian sea, and evaporate and become the moving clouds
the trees fascinate me with their green
my sexual needs will be satisfied in the green valey where; love is
the red road through the limestone archway leads to utopia
love love love her love lead me to the garden of flowers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem