(2017)

My lovely taveller has come;
He sauntered from the sky,
His face displayed a pleasant smile,
Ah! He embraced to me.



E.

(2017)

He offered me these roses;
Exceptional and true,
But when the peaches started,
The gallant birds suffused.

As time concurred the legacy,
His merit turned away.
I feebly slept, anointed,
And wind replied this day.



E.

(2017)

He never had this power
That satisfied himself—
'Twas difficult to compensate
In seeking what he left.

With paradise above the years,
He exhausted for an hour;
A prayer occupied his skin
And agonize no more.



E.

(2017)

A word is almost I can't write,
It deliberates the wrath
That recollects my childhood
And departure is got!

Did I lost such beauty
Or this delusive phase,
I truly need my vision, —
To prove hypothesis!



E.