Standing by the river banks
twinglish in the setting sun

I sit solemnly
in solitude!

Brazenly… the wind drizzled
with an unusual fragrance…

Flapping her taut wings
came a skylark!
so beautiful!,
her eyebrows
felt like painted in heaven!
her eyes
like jade!

Fazed I stand
in a trance

I fear to sing for her
for fear of her
twitched eye brows
and frown forehead!

Still, I believe
the fragrance was hers…
an unusual fragrance