We meet like ,  poppys
Blooming

Sand of Time,  golden tongues and Lips
licking leaf and grass
From our hands

Oh,  this is the season
Both harvest and loss ,  so colorful

When the sun is shining
It starts to draw eye shadow

On the water

"Over the chestnut trees there lies the world..."
Celan,  said

We meet like ,  poppys
Blooming

Sand of Time,  golden tongues and Lips
licking leaf and grass
From our hands

Oh,  this is the season
Both harvest and loss ,  so colorful

When the sun is shining
It starts to draw eye shadow

On the water

"Over the chestnut trees there lies the world..."
Celan,  said