i thought summer into my heart

many sunflowers curling blonde upside down; down small
golden tears like locks of that is good chance

i will be in good chance

that is; i thump horses into my heart

they thump and they thump must be
that my heart is a beach

each horse grey waved equally curtained, elegant, shy

red veils, which reminds me: i am red
little children, which reminds me: i crown myself young

i am the heir of rays of youth
sunbathing; the heiress calms down

galloping i am ready for fields of summer

miles of summer, miles of red veils, the waves of calmness

millions of grey waves, thumping
slowly unveil themselves to be brightly, a myriad ways parting