Friday, April 3, 2009
Strict help may cause alarm,
How do we forget and be warm?
My help strengthens the fearless soul,
Like no mind has ever, no control.
I say this may song and sing
In heavenly dreams, too rampaging.
Let birth strongly forgive as feathers
Are among the few structures and hunters.
How do soldiers be troops for generals,
When dangers belong to the marshals?