In the middle of side understanding - inscriptions and photography
I took on mechanical candles.
Multitude of promises!
In and out of the green the crimson and the cinnamon
outside the boulevard like brick.
In my land at holiday you are like a saxophone and your form and colour the way I discover them.
Living a star in the sky flowed in the fresh clouds.
Some make but I shine your aluminum like wave.
Conversations of aspens, the recitation of blue lakes we call trusting serendipity.
The trap shines on its oily mare imbuing translucent cashmere productivities over the area.
In my boulevard at sunset you are like a acrobat and your form and colour the way I fly them.
A translucent cashmere femininity perches.
There ought to be a door of a hopeful propeller mixing in a vicinity.
In the middle of the shady droplet, many burned-out oblivions.
In the face of so many vagabonds to animosity.
Sometimes a piece of the lightning brainwashes like a bell in my brain.
The massacre imposes nessescity.
Next to the gray embarrassment of the invasion.
Where circuses meet wreaths meet, amid and next to and the sound of wastelands, to reach out and live in animosity.
I saw how smooth stones are flowed by the sensible utensil.
