My sister

She liked her hair

As braids, as two swings, as two streams in the morning

Oh, doves.

Cooing drinks from her eyes,

Apples, pomegranates, and speech drank from her eyes.

My sister,

She liked shadows game

Once, she moved her hands as small bird, then as giraffe and cat

Life leaps from her shadows

Hovers around its shadow

Crying fill the tow braids

Then, moved the fingers of the hands

Once, bitter fearing

Once, two faces

Cold cannot sleep

Hungry cannot sleep

And you, little braids

Coloring your little age by darkness

My sister,

She liked her hair, as tow braids

She dropped its blackness

Hided the fingers of hands

As two white secrets

Under the ground

Do you play shadow game?