HiveComb

Spring wrapped in fire
Melody of sweet madness,
Algae thrive in the womb of the ocean
And swearing in deep gaiety
Gentle
You blossom in the darkness of villages immersed in floods
Missed lantern flowers
In which the chaos of the spirits who never give up
Used to shine.

I didn't remember the names of flowers and sparrows
Nor their identity
But I used to recognize the tricks of colors
The edge of the torrent being given on the sword in the minerals
I used to hear fine and ruthless voice
Rising behind mysterious smiles
Used to scorch in high flames
My alertness

And a possible body
In the fire, it was seen on the silent pyre.
I am ignorant's fire
image-poetry used to pull you
scattered on the body of night
It used to shine in the uninhabited of your eyes

Where the earth was wearing
And I am of the enemies hidden in the tubers
Used to guess
A lot of us
And was different ...