Born for Music,
Born for goodness,
(You're Born)
For Moths and Crows and Angels' pureness.
When I drown in words with silver thoughts
I fly straight to celestial courts.
To find your beauty living here,
Inside the house of poetry.
By the sunset We've met,
No purpose for purpose
Deeper than depth,
Led me to feeling,
Muse you're, nymph.
You are fulfilling,
Help me with the rhythm.
