summer flowers

Catch the morning train

Shawled in tepid wind

Perfumed with the rain

An hour to Freising

Jacob’s waving hand and greeting

Brazen sun it’s finally smiling

From afar a castle on the hill

Chamomile in stupor beaming

In corridor a spaniel’s barking

From the bus I can see the green fields

I want you to see the world through these eyes of mine

The junipers and the morose vale

The sinew of the mountainside that’s callused with pines

A mirage under the lazuline sky

Marrow of the bones

We will see em all

My voice reverberates

In bosom of the woods

Grew up under shades

All of your childhood

Sanguine sky the sun is setting

Oh look at the pink moon rising

And the world becomes a taciturn

Nights like this are so quixotic

We will cook sth exotic

Watch the hours of the evening gently burn

I want you to see the world through these eyes of mine

The junipers and the morose vale

The sinew of the mountainside that’s callused with pines

A mirage under the lazuline sky

So much one can do when our souls are intertwined

And there’s a gravity to defy

Go inside the mother nature

Come alive,my mother’s nature

Both I will spend all my life to learn

Sanguine sky the sun is setting

Oh look at the pink moon rising

And the world becomes a taciturn