To See You Naked Is To Recall

I Want To Be A Poet, From Head To Toe, Living And Dying By Poetry.

Green How I Want You Green. Green Wind. Green Branches.

The Bride, The White Bride Today A Maiden, Tomorrow A Wife.

As I Have Not Worried To Be Born, I Do Not Worry To Die.

My God, I Have Come With The Seeds Of Questions. I Planted Them, And They Never Flowered.