I wondered how, why and when
has her favorite star got risen?
Next to it the brown jujube spread,
and with purest thoughts, it pierces
the wonderful fruit's fresh back.
I tore off, bit off a tiny green olive,
but she turned out to be sweet, reborn.
A ringing stream was showing the way
of the strange thread from here elevated.
The spring's trough was richly embellished.
Three bright spouts flowed in gold.
A nearby chapel with a pastoral look,
enjoys a sensual, white-haired fig.
I sat on the bench.
I opened my soul.
This rich palette made me smile!