But its dreams died in the heavens, along with its leaves perishing by the wild winds, to lay asleep forever.
Untroubled feline of the urban avenue, dozed unmoved on moonlit pavement.
I heard your song, throbbing in warm colors.
He steered along the river of lights, as the clouds splashed on his wooden rowboat.
Cotton-clouds afloat above inky clouds, and set behind tall towers of gray clouds.
Pale Luna was in its belly, covered in thin cotton.
Your warmth are in my dreams and in sleep I will not wake up.