The home of the kiss is in shallow water,
One beach and one wand travels far,
Like heavenly wasteland and eternal pace,
Far away in the lonely planet, little has been lived.
One memorises the fate of dozing lovers,
Opening their hats to the solemn dew of winter,
One beach and their division has arrived,
For loving creates nights so happier and rich.
The lost honey is abandoned once again,
Honey and sweet ashes are strewn from the bridge,
Little wastes itself after the spring, that devolves
And spreads its wings for the future to sing.
Topic(s) of this poem: happiness