Still,angel youth on vaults\' face
With joined hands,gay eyes,baby-faced,
With bowed heads downward look amazed,
Naively searching for some grace;
Eternal youth surpassing history,
For ages
My ankles sunk in soothing turfs of green
Flowers tenderly embrace my knees
Rebelling bushes my waist try to reach,
While ,along the wooden moss
My body molds into the trees…
My arms
The dark vastness of the attic
Around me lingers its dampen smell,
Mysterious and hidden niches
Flood the air with a powerful spell;
Stern rods and pillars entwine above,
Errect they bear an
Still,angel youth on vaults\' face
With joined hands,gay eyes,baby-faced,
With bowed heads downward look amazed,
Naively searching for some grace;
Eternal youth surpassing history,
For ages
My ankles sink in soothing turfs of green
Flowers tenderly embrace my knees,
Rebelling bushes my waist try to reach
While along the wooden moss
My body molds into the trees...
My arms stretch
