cross edge
A butterfly fried away in the unknown.
A baby arrived here some call
A Flutter changed　the tide of stream.

Birds and trees sang fitting breeze
He imitated crying of them
Smoke is rising from his garden

So he got possible to sing a song
Mother bought a radio for him
Man came to drive a car
He decided to burn old things

I'll be waiting for
I'll be waiting for you tonight.

Knock bronze statues down
Bloom should have be pressed
had picked up by somebody


Line and line cross one time
All is defined on all words
But everything is to be tied and cross edgy