The shiny rose
The shiny rose It was midnight when a snake raised its head To watch over the prey very closely inside, The water lily, which stirred its bending stem; To inform the precision all over the flower. Was it a rose or the shadow of the oceanic shade? Who passed over the loneliness of the snake; For switching the hedge as if twisted alongside the bay. It was a hard rock to melt down By the dreary waves of oceanic knife-edge As it was washed by the cloudy race In the midst of the burning plants dried underneath The sun and Jupiter are along the deep-seated salts.