TIME FOR MOLDING
dimmish images, do not remove
the light of heart, let me to
see the transparency
of love, for some
moment,
life wants to sit near the dried
lake, remaining marshy
land has the little
stable water,
most
probably in the midnight we can
see the image of moon,
it's to earlier to go
back, just
wait,
still the crawling darkness trying
to touch the maturity, the
aroma of your body,
doesn't absorb
yet, the
vigor
of masculanity, untouched feelings
desires to touch the inner
beauty, still moving
some wet clay
on the
wheel of potter, give some time to
life for molding the dream
my dear - - -
