Creator

Now awake not to sleep  Let me sleep   Where the sky ends,   Let us awake   Where the earth bends.   To grow,

I want to have a sixth autumn  The whole year stood under the sun   To give me a fruitful year,   Without taking a fragrance of care,   By giving a shade on the sphere.

My Bird  A new bird came to the nest   Was not singing,   Was at rest.   A motionless dance   Of this new guest.   I was disappointed,   A new bird appointed   That couldn’t bring her presence.

Storm  The storm comes from the east,   Along with iron, gravel,