all the images I would also need to equalise the sides of the poem as I cannot accept a relation that bows not to science. The famous principle of energy conservation or The conservation law of ballads; Input: 1. The tears of my heart. 2. That long moment of silence and 3. The stray Output: 1. The perception of trees 2. The sound of water in corneas 3. Excitement on the face of a moment merchant In other words Grapes of the worn-out poet is wine in the hearts of those who listen “I do not get chemistry but I love when you talk science it feels like music will gush from the walls of the house a waterfall of words will glow next to me or a cloud will enter via that window! I reach the stage where I desire sadness when I see you and anyway I must say farewell now. Write, write, for yourself or for others, my dear sir, I shall roam around the city.” Never mind! Just be careful of words in the abdomen of letters. The mailman in my town the town of my emigration I mean, is an eccentric fellow, he knows that I am, a lonely man, He keeps asking me to write against my will And says Put everything you want to forget into that box of mail. 22