My lonely mile

Is charming from above

Do not run my love

No one is harming you



Why do you dream

Of strange men in aeroplanes

And parachutes torn

By wings of thorn?



Your lovely smile

Should not be touched

Do not sip this poison

No one is hunting

No fox and no horn



Why do you fear

What takes to the air

Before it is borne

On wings of thorn?