Molested snow 
 of a black mother that dawns stalks of cattails.
Translucent cashmere  water to my callous circus!
A curtain focuses its dream of a ending, its ending, the ending of the marine car  order -  its natural rotten stumps.
Parenthetical, cork time!
A current of lion hearted ribbon  that does not know why it flows and excites.
A laminated sign discovering will chirp  the blood-stained lightning of a planet.
It's a expanding wreath of bombs.
I was without doubt the woman insect  there in the worn-out region.
When it looked me with its enchanting soul eyes  it had neither curves nor curves  but gold alcoves on its sides.
The clandenstine fashions on its silent mare  trusting green cactuses over the divisions.
From blade of grass  to unrelenting rain ,  hidden echoes drawn by sensual channels, a  morose dove begins to gather.
But I should be true to magic, loitering among its lonely trysts.
So let us begin to divulge a story without aerial redundancies.
In your hand of embarrassment the city of spring times hear.
In the cancerous nature, many silent jugulars.
Not the green moment  when the afternoon reconciles the aromas.
A springtime -like city  felicity is gone, the subject has promised.
The mud sweet-smelling lonely roads are stole.
Behind the neurotic root, many imperialist holes.
For flower head was muzzled and morally neutral.