Your hand is a place of safety under the Baron like the arches your archaeological trust from one world You are my lonely form of mystery You are two points from a star to the star from the star to the star Dont ask you Asking for your childhood You havent been so simply Asking for you, not wanting to be childhood You have been not as simple as
a henna, a gentleman, under the umbrella of children What do we want We have seen a dream, a sleeping water Sleeping of the thirsty water
The day of that day is not our height The word of the gentlemen and henna Having you now and far away My poem is like that is not Asking for you, you dont want to Not asking for you, not wanting to be childhood have you who are not as simple as Asking for you, not wanting to be childhood You have a simplicity
