Dinacecillia

Moon's sphere spearhead night Closed my eyes, Dreamed  thy breeze My rapture glance 'em all Graze life into thy green shine Starring straight  to the furrow Am I treading to the burrow Or thy gentle beauty scorch the sorrow Gosh, I really don't know Day by day thy shadow enters Tickle my soul thy longing Close my eyes to thy sloppiness Gosh, Completely insane my longing!