Water close like sunny glass of your head?
Or the bowls that slip from your lips?
Or silver dignity?
Your eyes how it feels thinking [?]
Close my signal
Inner face [?]
With a lute too fast
I screw [?] in planes
Yet it could [?]
Clouds symptoms around you mine
And the sky and clouds have loved you
Sway with the pray
Close myself
In a fate of lute do I?
With anxious face
In a place
I couldn't state a kiss
With a sweeping glass
She stopped me in a space
I seek her
I see her sliding glass
With face