If I have known its colour
I would have rejected the honour
Which may take me to the ditch of horror
With fear penetrating my marrow.
I've seen it coruscating
With glittering lights rotating
It became so attractive
To the novices and peculiar ones.
Deeply, It cuts me like a knife
Before, I've settled the life_
With it should be like the hive
In which bees hide themselves
And secrete a sweetly yellow liquid.