Lines stemming from a song—
Heard again and again for long—
Are bridging a mysterious gap
In quietness, step by step
Between a smiling face

It is an ongoing witness
It even was so
Before we were born...
It is a close companion
Sometimes we don’t notice it

The ladybird’s wings
May become fragile
Yet she does feel
The deep, intense love
In her heart.

They stand still in majesty
The abundant green foliage
Covers them with beauty
Worth a rime of Coleridge.
They are bathed in sunlight

That morning’s trip
Was such a jolly grip
That’s taken the swallow
In full glee
To stop near the firm Tree.

A feeling of nostalgia
Seems to stay
Overwhelmingly
A flash of sweet melody
Brightens the day

Waves kissing the pebbled shore
Gazed at me and asked:
“Shall we see your boat no more?”
Contemplating the blue sky
I responded with a sigh:

Stemming from an impulse
Or a great wish maybe
Now the poet sees himself
Crowned his art and knowledge
Around a distant ocean.

A small garden on earth
Born to a larger one
Is adorned by rosebeds
Where sweet—smelling roses grow
In the colours of the rainbow.

In the same direction...
Lovely noble thoughts
Truly passionate feelings
Permanently brought.
Human wishes