Oh, how much I love your eyes

I'm waving like moonbeams on a nightside

Sea

Whenever, wherever mine crosses yours so

Amenable I do feel, until I myself I hide

Behind the sand-dunes on the shore of the

Absorbent sandcastles.

Broken into shivers, memories still haunt me.

The knight in golden armour turns into

Millions of vacant sins ; inner sickles

Trying to find a way out of the flesh, the

Planted one with memorable experiences,

Tassels in white faces...

Iris is a sine qua non for us indeed, though,

Absolute darkness reminds me of the age of

Ignorance. But, now as I recall all those

I've seen so far through this burning blood

Red veil