I walk in the morning dew,
Fresh cold mist kisses on my feet.
I trembled after a while,
Fog surrounds me with her smoke
I see, a white chador is wraping up me
And invititing me to lay in her lap.

I surrender myself in her arms
She spreads her chest,
******* my head,  she deceives me.
I could realize her tricks
Her flamboyant affection convinces me
I am getting freeze with her touch.

She holds me firmly
And pulls back to the dark.
But I know, she cannot do it for long.
The spring is too close to revive Persephone.
Demeter is waiting for her.
She prepares the earth where I will gaze.