from

from the sound of rains upon the glass
from the smell of winters in wet grass
from the fullmoon that illuminates
heart of lovers and their fates

from the seas that approach the sky
in further horizon but never meet
and from the songs of a bird that fly
south to north and further a bit

from rainbow hues , and sunshines
from stars above and their lines
from the ocean all its treasures
and its depth without measures

from beauty and for beauty
but also

from the sounds of cries in feneral
and the tears that fall several
times to wit the chest
from the pain in us that nest

from a frozen heart alone,
lost voices of this cone
from coldness of a day
from persons dead alive today
and everyday

from misery and for misery
i write

from life and for life ,
i promise to write.