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.