SILVERY CHANTS

Silvery Chants

I am nothing but a boat its wing has silvery chants I can't tell you their secrets. When the silvery voice showed me its soul, all the deep whispers dissolved in my dream as a sleepy rose. I can tell you another mystic glance; there are slivery seas, and you can feel their fingers touch your depth with calm astonishment. No, I am not a sorcerer, but I am just a passenger can’t sit on our bough when my talk about the bright horses. There were cities of a sliver its whispers touch our window with smiles, penetrate our depth without delay and invade our souls with a deep salute. I was just a young child, and you can't expect to find in my pocket any fairies but our land is the daughter of a silvery voice. Yes, I was just a smooth southern child sits on our bough with slivery chants in his small pocket."