Crude کے بول

Brown eyes in the mud Carefully pour their water out Brown eyes in the mud Onto the ground in the rutted cracks Brown eyes watch me and speak Show me how she does that trick Brown eyes with their mights Carry me in the usual fights "what does that mean?" She asks and grins So i put my lips on her rivers "that's what it means" She insists:"what does that mean?" Her huge eyes brim So after much doubt i've come to realize: This clean skin burns Green spring is the source My crude rhyme is a crime Could it be more sublime? Shadows shuffle backwards She mumbles four words " i love the sun "