i am a cactus
on the dry earth
you are the ungrateful spines
my little dark-haird lady
i am a cactus
no one looks at me
no one lingers
no, not the same troubles
but, there you are
pretty drizzling (like a small rain shower)
pretty drizzling
so clear, so blue, so fine
you alone will see
the flowers (grenat?)
that i open under your fingers
i am a cactus on the dry earth you are the ungrateful spines my little dark-haird lady
i am a cactus no one looks at me no one lingers no, not the same troubles
but, there you are pretty drizzling (like a small rain shower) pretty drizzling so clear, so blue, so fine you alone will see the flowers (grenat?) that i open under your fingers
i am a cactus and you know the rest