Bencze Attila - between trees sucking a dewdrop

Between trees sucking a dewdrop,
vegetating, waving, musing,
I see it slowly already you come towards me
and you are left for millennia here.

Your hair drizzles there then on his colour,
all of a world's wedges, beautiful.
And than teenager, who his bed rushes,
until all of them want desiring pleasure.

Solitary confinement relieving existence,
burning under a velvet duvet,
our billion castle
- you will be the inner peace.