The star river is snaking upon moon's shadow
By the side of the dark side,
Flashing  women's secret talk.
That arms of silver-blue color
At the slightl cold ,deep and far ,
But have unlimited silence

My hair like  firing octopus very much
Always that can shake off some scattered stars.

To leaves  over the windows that like the mirrors and pictures.
Every spindrifts are all dense saw sword
Every interlacing stare is all pages of verse
Every memories of love are all
The over-gorgeous visionary bubbles.

Upon the seacoast line of the South Australia
There are two rapid and wild fires that exploring out the windows.
On my eyes
Have float and tow two bundles of crumbled tear light