Poetry generator

Relinquishing Sifted Nostalgia

A chorus of crabs at midnight un began un punctured
comes to a halt before a serenity.
With its fatherless
transform not to develop or even meet
the evening star of one who relaxes
in the middle of me in a universe or making to a son.
A helicopter is not enough to congeal me and keep me
from the divisions of your spacious phenomena.

What we say enriches to
blush some other man
what a language may teach.
Behind the transluscent crimson eyeballs of the mud.
Nothing but that awe of fragrances of strawberry.
The croak imposes nessecity.