What reality I find?
Not even loose connection of that kind
Yet I can’t run away
There is hope with rays
They are to shine in my path and tell
Show me the way to escape from hell
Well, I say few words
And look to move forward
No one may accompany
But all the way there are bees with honey
I make the sweet test
And then under shed comfortably rest
Efe* to ask me if I could still fare well
I shall have enough of reason to tell
Efe* well known poetess of my like