If there is a tender word,
that explodes into thousand thoughts,
to shine through delighted hearts,
our speaking universes seem to be heard...
Won't you just fill me in?
Take little bits of my scent...
So I can sense my begin...
In the unchosen words we meant...
If there is a nature whispered,
then many ears bought it loud,
and it weepes me in a silent shout,
cause my body rhythms dreamfully disturbed...
Just spill these words of water,
Observe it through with bother,
Cause when I take a piece of you...
would you find peace with me too?...