Alak

Alak
sometimes angular,sometimes moody
sometimes pensive;as changing as the summer
spring-prancing,dancing
Now she`s pouring,now she loves me
Now she cries,now she`s burning
Constantly,inconsistently fly on board the
Wings of Revlon-eyes,lovelorn butterfly
I`m May Maiden;Spring Queen
I`ve just sprung up from the Womb of frozen
Wintry Sleep
All around me now I hear the soft parade
of early Spring
Leaves come out;flowers bud spring
Benisons of emotions burst in Green
Clouds like cotton-candy conspire and connive
With the willow-winged-wind
The progression of Pleasure parade through
the streams of dreams