THE FLOWER OF WATER-LILY

Oh, that delicious s superstitious color! The emerald-looking scaly-green, which the trees wear as a balling cloth in the summer rippling, drunken intoxication when only the very first Cyclops spark, the Sunbeam, which gives blessed fertility, lands on them! When the shelter of the night calls on the firefly lanterns of diamond-looking stars not to jeopardize a dormant angelic breathing existence!

The landscape, magnificent in the colors of the rainbow, still pours out its fertile and mature solar treasures: the flaming of the hot tongues of flame as if it were a flame! – I look silently, that the diligent and lush wind-mermaids from the neighboring court of Budaörs s Törökbálint, how to secretly smuggle cooling breezes towards the lamb-like clouds! – Idillic paradise fulfillment! – If it were good, if so by the end of time!
Let the hard-working and carefully protective and heartfelt angels play peace and their fertile peace symphony in my forever fragile ears if the ugly and deceitful world then destroyed and left me alone as a foreign wanderer -, let there be at least something and someone: a deceitful and mischievous fairy mercy goodness will grasp the shower of my sad pessimistic tears

and with the whisper of his magical heart chalice, he would provide me with my spiritual wounds as a blessed cure for the flower of a renewed water lily!