>if the shining straw wouldn't take succulence from the verdure >the face of the beautiful will set the mirrorıs abode on fire the poet wrote 1 poem >shining straw: lines on the metal mirror of polished metal >verdure: greenery on the boyıs cheeks; sprouting hair i am the flame + i am the dry brush one part of me konsumes the other >03 i barely exist i am below no 1