Humble Lamb

a.m. six o'clock again and again time comes back to me definitely your buoyant dream walks along crisis of identity of love when you grasps those elegant emotion I hope you can puts your illusion into a distinctive magical box which full of tenderness and simply caresses you may senses at dusk for a while two blind children are giggling on a pine corner they can't turn around because their hearts are tied with mischievous controversy and jigsaws but when lunch time is coming and no one is starving suddenly a fox's scratching running and jumping never again finds doleful melodies O leaves of June sunshine whose hands are golden and full with sweet candies and birthday cakes never leave us in these holocaust days and shipwrecked places spirit's so windy and icy when midnight comes no more taverns left to open just a lonely-pale innocent lamb which ever pursued darkened parade who seems to go without precious jewelry who will send love to a jealousy queen by the way you may listen to voice of elusive species in lush forests and sprinkling vast ocean May Best Wishes to our souls (dedicated to a great poet at poemhunter, Sangnam Nam)