I visited a woman just
once and she said not much only
that I almost forgot we have left just stir and not not make
a difficult dish.
So to myself I would carefully stir it up.
Yet clang
up came the sun and thought I caught a silver wheel.
So I put it back and not bother the fish.
So that hopefully the sun comes back.
Stirring.
Then clang over the sun came.
Hopes and dreams a silver wheel thought I.
When into my hand an eel
as the sun passed by.
My hopes came not back to the silver fish.
And the sun without stirring slips
passed by and once more there she stirred.