I expected a negress all the verse -
of amethystine signets.
But the parrot there was in lilac spots
closer to her extremely.
Sapphire was holy. When he was an angel.
in the forehead between the pearls he shone.
But the small horns in the green sunset verdure,
has sewn the arc of small mother of pearls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liza, an exquisite picture simply drawn.