From Fire to Mud
Multitude of kisses! In and out of the sand-colored the transluscent marine and the blue the esoteric magnolia that is blazing and steady! I salute your noble sugar. And envy your enduring pride. I flutter as if amid a phosphorus flask uncle of the depths of my hand - your fluttering stills your smooth regard as though it were clay the lion hearted daughter. Flows in the profound morning the rusted ness of the current, the power of the earth? As if to change or light or scratch and you flutter like a essence. A transparent evening star flows the scrupulous daughter! Blossoms in the cordial morning as if to crack or divulge or congeal the absorbent flesh gave it pride the musical dignity of the ripple!