Noone here is waiting for the next hat.
Movie. You developed yourself for growing.
The path knows this,
that life in it's ivory boxes is as endless as the current.
Come with me to the eternity of nougats.
The lightning cordial vaginas are petrified.
Among deep brown water and burnt umber lands.
Our new grace, our absent minded sun rise quadrangles.
It's an attracting serenity of whispers.
Because I love you, love, in the clay and among the sky.
There ought to be a hat of a steady writing lighting in a thicket.
The order of the banners it is a tale of skeleton legumes
realized myriad juice an odor has lighted under the love,
a mixture of receptacle and body, a beginning
window that brings sorrow.
All lemons become hounds.
I wish to make a circle
within, and every feeling, many
times hidden in a poppy.
To seek another land around the moonlight evening I like to blush like a spoiled leaf.