i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.

holding the eveningtremblingly close to mei weepinto the sun lettingthe burdenof hopelift off my chesti realizethis is what it meansto be free.

my motheris pure radiance. she is the suni can touchand kissand holdwithout getting burnt.

Watch, how the sunslowly risesfrom behind my earnew lines, new countriesspring up in my palmsmy rough hairbecome swaying silkand all the leavesin my bodybecome lusher than fruits.