Do love To the stone It will overt into God Do love To the river

No leaves of mine are dead. They are alive—have a few breath; After the detachment, In Long winter of my life, The flowers you planted in my gard…

Leaving footprints Upon the seashore, There she was strolling With ‘er head bending down; Following ’er footprints

I, an insane lover Keep on counting stars ‘cause she request’d me To count all the stars Afore she left me;

She’s a princess of nature and she’s fond of passing time In nature, with nature. Decorating Her petite curve

Pain is the rain So don’t worry Ya’ll get yo’ beautiful life Again and again ; Once,

There is a little flower Somewhere Inside my forsaken heart. Barely breathing, And, It has no fate to bloom.

FOR I HAVE TO ENERGIZE… I would be somewhat okay Or might be invalid, If I mapped “Mister ECZ” In your suffocating coordinates.