The Sign of The Sun

The Sun, the great, writes inside our souls,
with sunshine he writes , their irreplaceable symphony.

The eternally determined sequence
by our evanescent,
tenderly found again in an andante scents,
on a lake shore, in an autumn meadow filled glade
or strolling through the vineyard, the garden, the orchard,
those are his signatures.

Blossomed in a song, or in the fragment of a dream,
how beautiful the people are when they are happy,
like an evanescent flower necklace On Happiness's hot breasts!

A hand-holding harvests one from the other
a breeze exchange that sais:
"Friend, how the beautiful, the unspoken lies inside you,
like on a Christmas tree surrounded by children's eyes!"

The Sun, the great, gathers us longing by longing,
sunshine by sunshine and adds a sign to it, a noblemindedness aura
from inside for those who have the eyes to see it.