(old one)
They conspired against songs...
Blackamoor singing
and his teeth brighten the room...
At a village,
An old man said to a young girl...
Sitting on a bench of steel was a man
Dressed in shiny satin suit from Japan...
Once upon a time
The Mad Hatter met...
how pretty you are in the vanity mirror
is how the mirror...
Is it in the accuracy of sensibility
that patterns come to the sense...
The true love is when
one love something for itself...
She found her true face
a mask amongst so many...
She put on a mask
realizing her old self...
In the dusk
on the pivoting toes of...
They do not give us ruler to draw the perfect...
We have to draw with our naked hands...