There, at top,
Lonely poplar sublime in a Mirage, _
Naked letters without a metaphor,
The eremite did not notice beauty of a cypress,
And in it there was a pleasure …
Blind innocence, _ excitation in the Mirage,
Squeezed out love juice of the moon …
Gioom Galen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blind-innocence-excitation-in-the-mirage/
