Your song

A blue shadow of light
As ripe as the bruise of the great summer
Shivering in your words samples of the sea breeze

Get into the lab of the cold breeze
So that your branches lean to the day
So the bird on it touches the river
Like wars that give sorrow
Love is the hammer of the heart

Even defeats don’t be moving
The sword knows that it doesn’t have any effect
Besides the excitement arrow that leaves the row
What you call life, isn’t it a known coast
That reflects its fire from o object to object

What I am reading is your song
That is reflected from ill tempered, high rocks
Since so long on sheet liked banned marches
When it once begins
It burns the waters hill morning