On the Clothesline of Poems

On the clothesline of the night, I extend my ideas while sleeping ... In the morning clothesline, I collect the best words and dress myself of enthusiasm and poetry... II The words extended on the clothesline, expect me to collect them to dress me of fantasy... Anxious words tanned in the sun of fragrant morning wish to stroll in a poem by spring... III I ask the sun that warm mine clothesline words, while I meditate in the shade ... I ask the wind to blow them inspiration while i nap on the porch...!