HáDevir

in my net I fish no wish
i'm on a dot not
looking for a hot plot
I may proceed years
hearing my tears
'she's so fine
like this wine
she's precious
my baby'licious'
or writing down some thoughts
empty like noughts
'with her I want
even what I can't
castles made by hand
with rock no sand'
Or stay steady like a rocksteady
waiting years erase my tears..