It was a green world
Like the field of the wheats.
Three ladies took a walk
in the hot morning after the grass remained dry without dews.
As if the sun shined throughout the night
they walked in majesty of roses
drowning in the morning,
saved by pinklin sumptous kiss.
With a crown on their head
brused with green ashes.
they rolled their brows into their eyes
and ruined the dreamless dawn
that stole the owl holiness.
This ladies came from the west of western waves
waiting with weeded wheats wasted by warming wigs.
I was laying on the grass
when I saw three green gown greet the blizzard.
N...........U.............A
The sound of rusting coins charmed the keys of passion
pasted with several tones.
At this point of joy, I wished only
for the greeting.
N.........U..........A
But all my ears bought was the sound of
rusted coins sweeter than the
songs of the coins.
Ebi Robert
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