I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness

twice I have lived forever in a smile

...on forever's very now we stand.

since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid

Lessons hide in his wrinkles. Bells ding in the oldness of eyes. Did he by, any chance, tell children that there are such monstrous things as peace and goodwill...a corrupter of youth no doubt.

Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.

you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever. ....and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as though fingers touch a girl's breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered