In the deep silence of the lake

Of body's garden

There was a surprising scene of

A grayish evening

While in the extened mesdow

Up to the sight

An attractive blossom was there

In the besieging of the smoke

Bare feet were there

Something seemed to be run again

Through my own heels

Started creeping towards the heart

It was only delay to throw

The pebble of thought

In the lake of body's garden

And I began to get moistened.