Away from the white Stork feathers
Often seemed to be gentle breeze
On Kans grasses
Superficial white clouds
Small dinghies on the river
To navigate the life
Far away on the bridge
The Silent movement of the Brahminy kite
Southern breeze blew
Tilting the tall grasses toward the North
Leak of the light fell into the Kans,
Into the Soft green grasses
Sunlit mingled with light fog
Seek heavenly feeling
Without the knowledge
The lips Stir of
Walking beside the river
Barefooted
In the air Kestrel's mystic music
The river running with full of chime
What are the forms of you!
Thee bind me with deception!
What a Strange tune!
What those thirsty words!
So that I draw your image
Moving away from the shadows
Soft light blended with the estuary
Away,
Little by little,
To see your face
Like the rig of Ship
Behind the path
A magical dream
Seems like a White Shirt
That I had left in the Kans grasses