Dear Lusanne

Like the lotus in Lusanne,

Your marvel radiated the world.

Wheel of time brushed the

Edges of lake with moss.

The mind burned the swamp green to grey,

Running east to west.

The lotus face never sunk in the marshland,

The summer burned moss leaves,

That moved like boats in the small streams,

Escaping through the natural exits.

Your face still in the clear water of Lusanne,

You are my lotus in the Lusanne.