Good enough
In the middle of the river.
Bad - never.
He was surprised at night
That it hatched under her
Darkness,
But they came out
Light chickens.
I don't run far like a river,
For he who forgets falls apart.
With ear dew under the eyelids
I return to what is holy and close to me:
To your golden face, mother,
And my soul flows like wheat.
