On the battle field
In the first battle between
the steps and the Earth
you knew that those paces
were blames for traveling through the routes.
At the time of the first scuffles between eyes and rays
I came to reveal your cries and smiles.
The head tended to move
into the body of the first moments of birth.
I was a focus for dreams.
the rainy dreams were endless.
The frontier of sight was invisible and
the fire in the hearth of heart was blazing.
It's night
the black rays attack the sight
let's come back by the rays on the palm of
the first dawn.
