“The sun has tied Earth and other planets through attraction and moves them around itself as if a trainer moves newly trained horses around itself holding their reins.”
In a rhythm, please speak up now with us
As rain- moths are pulling out their music
From puffed up cheeks and painted hearts.
The cuckoo sings a rain song from a gnarl.
Its rhythm will go on till morning and sun.
Crack a burst sound from the almond shell
Of morning hid in kernel on night branches
The tip of tongue testifying its early rising.
Girls,hold your skirts to swirl like earthball.
Kick blue of the airy balloon to yellow sun.
A sun has tied horses to swirl around itself.
It will be your fate to move in simulacrum.