Lenine magra

Girl
Pincer legs
Spear body
Doe eyes
All cork
As if naked
Pretends to fly
Flame in the sand< br/>As I wanted
Thin, light, calm
All of her beautiful
Everything about her calls
As I sigh
Color of seasoning
Smells
A scent so rare
Heals the dark
Arms of thread
Full of morning
And I ask you to come
I agree
And I dream that you are mine
Thin, light, calm
All of her beautiful
Everything about her