I lost her in a traveling cloud; the city has faded in dark melancholy, and the joy was defeated and dazzled.
Impure thoughts kidnapped you on a crazy battle. Well, he was a brilliant lover, a fox, he played your heart with his smooth fingers.
I should never shut my eyes, even for a dream.
My land is so dry; I should cry for a decade, my cracks will weld in time, and a green forest will grow on my frame.

artwork by Guy Denning