What color is it, and who is painting?
I hope never there will be dark colors
For me, and other people dear ones.
I want to see the picture only of star plus!
Good morning, day, it’s nice to meet you.
What did you say about a smile? And who
Must smile? All people? Very much?
Who wants to get gifts in days these? Catch
Perhaps they will be falling, if you smile
And never be you gloomy and dismal.
I understand so difficult is to be nice,
When life is very sad, and burden mine
To pull down. How can I stand right,
When stands around me the black midnight.
Where is a ray of light, I’m looking for one,
But no hope already to find.
Midnight has so many shining stars
And every one makes a present light.
Look at the sky, be all eyes
And you will see the eye-catcher, for us
Are shining all the stars and is reddening the Sun.
How many gifts has the sky to hearten:
Heartfelt light is going everywhere,
Where is waiting one. Somebody wailful
Make a present to the sky – a tender smile,
Then space will spill so much of light.
To the smile it will answer every time!
How many words are negative,
Are plural and infinitive.
But so few words mean fine,
And we can see their clear shine.
Establishment has everyone
But where is the first born? In the night
Were born dark words. And morning star
Is the mother of shining words. Too far
Were born they, but look about – and face
They live together. What is the case
Where are living they? – It is the man
Whose lingual slang is bad. They
Talking are so fell now.
Are often they forgetting how
Must speak. Somebody else does know
Lot of beautiful words. Make show
With letters and with words, but why?
Establishment must be all fine.
And every phrase will be so fine writing
And every sentence will be shining.
Who’ll have cleansed his and have forbidden
Himself to spell bad ones. So needful
Is to establish wonderful words for people.
Perhaps be there night in heart mine? What
I’m feeling now? Has departed the night,
But maybe still it’s remaining. One
Is dwelling in myself. And the Sun
I cannot see – now very wet.
Where weather is fine, there it went
Perhaps will return. Sun, come back!
I’m feeling dark, gloom has set in.
When the sunburst I’ll see in the sky,
Then all will be right in feelings mine.
Sun-cult is favourite subject-matter