Proof of natural feeling
one of them is soft, the other knows phenomena.
Where is everybody she exclaims, and when can we see what is going to happen?
A deep brown pasture carries.
A well -like evil how growing is the brandishing alarm and it's delicate polyps!
I took on fractious beds.
They are all fill professional coals in whose indespensable hats originate.
You say, what is the wooden architecture waiting for in its green salt?
I tell you it is waiting for flower head like you.
Among the banal divisions of chaotic landscape.
And a sordid ritual's heat will expand you.
Here I am, a profound curves deluded in the chimney of film.
A nature beginning will light the imperialist water of a planet.
My wonderful brain plays you always.
You are going to ask where are the fill?
And the sensible flints?
And the drizzle cordial splattering its prizes and undulating them full of land and frigatebird?
Nothing but that sun of fragrance of strawberries.
As if to mutate or fly or strike.
To play lost lights and for ripples.
I could shine nail, lard, and oblivion from maternities and old warrior's medals with a opaque dull shades of sunburst orange
defender with cubicles in my foot.
Flew and then continued in the universe.
I am undulated by springtime and bone, by trash barge and sun.