In hurry to meet you
I'm a centipede
And then
I put a thousand of centipede flowers in my haver sack
and a pen of your light brown eyes.
I have two holes of ink - my eyes -
filled with my melted pupils ; made by the separation sadness
and a thousand of worries in my heart.
Once again I'm late,
the chalk of your sclera ;
Wrote the translation of
God and Love
and
Sun and Heaven
on the board of stone
The ink in my eye holes had gone by flood of tears.
I hurt my fingertips by the sickle of the morning moon
Now my eyes hole is full of ****** tears - absolutely red
: «o dear!
Would you please translate
God and Love
and
Sun and Heaven
again?!»
And I write this quadruple with the pen of your
Light brown eyes
and the ink of ****** tears
on a thousand of centipede flowers.