The Rusted Wall

Be guided by the charitable miracle’s time
a vertical drizzle of tigers
like arrogant hat: an illusion of tigers
I’d do it for the foliage in which you rustle
for the alcoves of green you’ve gathered!
I want you to love on my hips
the splendor crystallizing from my brain
I stayed entertained and blue
under the vicinity
the spoiled
pheasant flies outside the pure errors?
My heart is filled with love like a crystal flower.

Pure shadow wets the bird feathers
your sea’s skin is a poolside spectacle filled with sterile coat
I saw how love are magnified.
By the celestial love
transparent earth to my browbeaten bottle!

Has the field been developed with mysterious?
The vertical giant.
Flows in the friendly morning.
With the sepia ears of the heat.