BUT...

NEVESHTA:from POEMS(english)
Lock of my hair
so soft
you lose your way
in the bush.
Come with a compass
Pass the cliffs
and lay down.
But...
In lock of your hair
before I lose
my way in the bush
under ivory pillar
in the rainy roads
of dreams.
Navigate with me.
Navigate blue
when you sail
with me.
Cockcoombs of wave
in silent sea
lock of our hairs
But....