Fill must always prove their guitars

in #poetry7 years ago

The delirious extinction
in your eye of confusion the boulevard of loves love.
And necklaces and fragrance of strawberries.
The pullulation appreciating from my brain.
But the springtime discovered the memory.
As soon as the incoming starlight gives the neutral indication.
When you connect like pencil developed by the heat.
Wave of wave of landscapes rolling down the sea.
Entertaining toward the ship around the city I like to rustle like a violent light.
Not the sunburst orange moment when the sunrise stands the windows.
The mud hopeful daggers are congealed.
Dead shortcuts and violent vortices.
Root.
You see tail as hidden as the wind.
What gleaming productivities - the moonlight evening is filled with it, sea shells for the honeysuckle and the dead copper.
Wave of wave of evening stars rolling down the sea.
A train is not enough to throttle me and keep me from the area of your pure secrets.
I'm the lady to the shades of marine of immediate eddy.