Friday, August 12, 2011
Some of the days strengthen me extremely well,
Leaving the skin of colours a different hue;
Underneath the seas of grass is worn the underworld,
A gracious darkness of the words we speak and reflect.
Needing fences and worms is the gift of secrets of secrets,
My footsteps are managed by the fairies that develop;
Bear a strong head, beam on those who are sadder,
Then strength feels extremely well, by the edge of a man.