On the edge of the horizon, a
yellow-red ball of the sun
dives into strawberry syrup........
A chiseled willow with evening dawn will
bend lower below us........


Honey with flowering notes of summer
thickens and stretches at dusk........
Love by breath flows rapidly,
and we are only dressed........


The moon spreads the fog behind her
and hides completely in the sky........
Why do we need it?........ Young wine
by the river wanders and gets seasoned........


The night breeze will dilute milk,
will mint through the body
and jokingly enhance the disheveled braids
on the herbs warmed and wrinkled........


Grabbing cotton clothes carelessly,
hang partly on the branches........
The wines are now far from the ground,
then they will find labels........