Head of Nature
In the basement, he writes green tapestries of us.
In the uncertain and flowery basement,
there are splendid flowers or the lesser evil.
It lives and creates the exquisite brocade.
A nature's affair shows her two eyes,
the dead red flowers and white teeth strewn on the floor.
Beauty and Sun glint,
without which we are old wine.
Her loud lip laughs under the branches of tapestry.
And when he has joy, tell a writer
his laugh trembled at each basement.
We see it pouring from his fingers for the audience.
The lesser of Us; he who shames himself.
In the uncertain and flowery basement,
there are splendid flowers or the lesser evil.
It lives and creates the exquisite brocade.
A nature's affair shows her two eyes,
the dead red flowers and white teeth strewn on the floor.
Beauty and Sun glint,
without which we are old wine.
Her loud lip laughs under the branches of tapestry.
And when he has joy, tell a writer
his laugh trembled at each basement.
We see it pouring from his fingers for the audience.
The lesser of Us; he who shames himself.
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