Ornate and patterned, and mischievous string attracts, sometimes a measured score is like a waltz, sometimes like a free mountain wind, a rhythm hurries along the smooth surface of the white. In the rhyming valleys invented by Bella, the gaze was easily carried away. And I am in captivity, but captivity is sweet. Tasting the sounds of change, "I am in rapture." - the heart beats. How is it possible. Oh, poet, reveal the secret I want: how to write like that. Alas, as soon as you answer, your verse fluttered out from under the pen yesterday, patterned and ornate. | Anything