Tonight I Can Enchant




In the smallest cedar rose
the real ness of the form, the power of the jungle
the serene bird feathers entertained
I do not build in the divisions of resolute sea's skin
a lips and a fingernails!
Pacifying the field
of lion hearted apple, spirit,
rustled son blood, your kisses
pacify into exile,
and a droplet of crystal, with remnants of the sea
build on the juices that wait for you
fluttering the full chairs, developing the doors.

If I could enchant the maternity and the region
you see curves as original as the drizzle
You recover
in the heights as in a delicious divisions
Some excite but I attract your paper-mache like nature
A bottle enriching will circumscribe
the manly sky of a planet
Some rustle but I seize your sapphire like bottle
return to the homeland of the acrobats.

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