LeT uS musteR, UndeR gleaM Full mooN, WitH neW preamblE, MucH morE trancE songS, OverflowS iN sucH a waY, WhicH glanceD mE aT oncE, SeveraL littlE littlE timeS, LeT iT comE iN ouR waY, ThE mysteriouS-hiddeN miraclE......
Free grey haired ones- They were,in the shore. With those waves of tales, Laps over one another... Wrinkled eyes of words, Smashed on the air... Finally,poets reborn....