The victory ode
to the dreamy peace
My poesy is for you – peace – invocation
that enchanted peaceful birds at adoration.
The peace as ghost needs also become a lily.
My fire for the sake of the peace flies blissfully.
I like valedictorians from Ivory coast,
carrying a weird of peace such a druidic priest.
I see in winter muses the peace-like blossoms,
my tender heartlet of peace – the bee-like bosom.
My dreamery about the peace is indeed meek.
My poems are for the peace cute dream in the wind.
Hummingbirds feel Apollonianly magic vans.
There are charming peace-starlings full of dreamiest lights.
Freedom – poemlet from drawerling
the liberty is the golden bosom
a freedom – a diamond-like leaflet-home
an eagle needs also a bit liberty
I want to live in the freedom-beauty
the freedom – silvern periods dreamy birds
It is furthermore star from rubies
there are smaragdine propitious holts
source of meek-Apollonian actions
I am adoring today liberty
so that the heart sheens propitiously
the liberal act is mirth of miracle
freedom – the bewitched hands from sapphire