Seed!
Of the opening night;
The requiem!
With the muse of your love.
The story,
Of the night;
The seed!
Of that night;
With the muse of your love.
The act!
Your Impression;
The muse,
Imperative! !
With the reality.
The Blue Box!
The White Box,
The Red Box;
With the joy of your seed.
Life!
Of the opening night;
And like the muse of the wind and the waters! !
But, with the rhythm of your sweet love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem