The disenchantment rude a staunch
Scenery made in fragile dimension
Daring to believe a time will
Where what I want most now disdain.
Life is announced and when I come
Meeting a more diverse direction
And the eyes not so much summer
Otherwise this void in crude commitment.
Flowers inside some sort of soul
Different from that calms me and not cut
Generating much left in peace, quiet.
Just what I bring in my dream,
Presumably this moment where I propose
This magnificence that parades.