Segah

Upon my being tomorrow shines, like today through the window of your eyes... ***** The name of the red rose comes to my tongue and the red rose, closer to me than anything in the world, into me comes. I pluck away the thorns... ***** We become visible to each other, tangible to each other, and then blended into each other; shining in the mist, two by two, raindrops on the windowpane...