The ground is poisonous but pretty in autumn
Slowly the cattle
Poison themselves
The saffrons are colored circular and lilac
Like your eyes and flourishing
Purplish like rings and like the autumn
And for your eyes my life takes poison slowly
Dressed like hiccups playing harmonicas
Noisily children out of school
Pluck the saffrons that are like mothers
Daughters of daughters the colors of your eyelids
Flutter and are flowers in a crazy wind
The cowboy sings very softly
The slow and lowing herd forever
Abandons the meadow poisoned by flowers
