Rest in the summer afternoon

In the middle of the smoky dark dirty city you
can't see no beginning no end,
in the oasis of pure sunshine on the roof of her house
no rain, no wild predators, no disturbing people,
where all is perfect till the tears and all so kind-
enormous endless,
no war, no peace, no trains to nowhere;
after refreshing ball game with a sun and moon
moon cold and silver when sun red hot,
me and Kashama Pushkakumara were lazy sitting in the rose
and vodka crystal shelter.
rock hard table full of light snacks and yellow pink green violet
and red and black fruits,
and oranges were there.
we drank green wine from our famous clay cups and were at time nice drunk.
I could not take eyes from my Kashama Pushkakumara.
'What completeness and excellence she is! ', I thought.
one her eye emerald green- no weight, fly high- dive deep,
other black and puzzling, straight and freezing, no end as-
Smoky city.
'That's no matter', drowsily some impressions were running my mind, 'tomorrow I can them remake from beginning. '
it was almost the most beautiful afternoon with my Lady.