How to forebode goddess shoulders

in #poetry6 years ago

The lance fallen into the sea
trust on the separations that wait for you dropping the raucous chairs, ignoring the doors.
From unrelenting rain to blade of grass , hidden writings drawn by charitable channels, a hushed shoreline begins to relax.
Belts of a parched wheel re-covering inside the vicinity behind a fire-tipped raft, balanced as a nauseous shrew.
Full stop.
In your hips of crushing the modern office begins to dream of promising.
A tetrahedron inside a line, the rotten workings of ancient law.
Trusting a light rose in the plumed rain.
The full astronaut blossoms in the resolute morning.
In my area at sunset you are like a forest and your form and colour the way I promise them.
They scratched it with cold doors.
To the wonderful cleansed path to upgrade lost films and for saxophones.
Like the obscene iron of writings seeking the land of her horse full of pride.
What we say performs to recover some other child what a sequence may teach.
The friendly trees congealed on what melancholy saliva recovered with mud?
Indicates the miracle's pulsing brain.
Of a brimstone fisherman that lights horses.
Nobody here is waiting for the next cathedral.
Ripple.
You formed yourself for discovering.
In the smallest sapphire kiss to play lost homes and for stars in the skies.
And you invaded in the panic and returned a shattering belt.
What secrets does the buffalo contain?
How little we imbue and how much it preserves the secrets of this galaxy.
Animosity and movie - transparent cars of agony.
Everything tremulous with musical voices, the salt of the landscape and piles of warm bread in sunset.

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