Hay, Hello, like crown you have the halo,
Your coloration are profound and attractive too,
Maybe royal in vibration's shine with the defense crowd,
But i like to feel the fabric inside, all threads horizontal
and vertical of your way, butterfly's tao,
By needle's eye pass the child's rainbow
And on the sky it is of your service's arrow,
This embroidery when you show,
Blow-up on strings of all real photos,
Under the moon full of fourteen days and yellow,
Therefore i like to hear your cordially radio,
Radiology and scanning tender of your birth and the creation
one days old ago,
The law of love without laws,
What it mean, who it know?,
But not your narcissistic snake with the big bang number
two
Like leper point grooving on your heart's tissue, no, no,
no,
Leafs of fig tree help little beat to you, i hope
nevertheless so,
When it is this eclipse above,
Master golden cow,
The red dragon on your white tee-short and worship to common
fashion i sow.