You can always hear the blue sweater winter dance.
Creative escape – dancing mandala,
Perhaps you will be able to escape ,
In Siluerinzatic Visions
flying into the clouds.
Old diary pages remarks –
White weather winds sweep the backyard –
Senses soar, moan over speeding slopes,
As erstwhile spring-laughter slides down hills!
This day is the big surprise of the afternoon rays.
It was protected by a clock’s hands,
Both sides of the winter ride
Clasp a child’s memories.
The most important person here,
Upon Dreams of Pagnatica ascends;
I just see Conditions of Peace.
You can always hear
the blue sweater winter dance –
laughter snow slides down.