It springs broken tide at twilight
Morning dew met the magic charm of the heavenly moisture
A poppy blooms, moonlight by sonata
Over wisceria scent, mantilla of lush green epoch,
Black boughs, riverbank ruptures as wet's spine of distilling petals
The taste of rain where snowdrop in snowdrift
Bows the rookies of distilling petals
Snowmelt beneath the sun's regalia
In the torrid and glittering torrent banks
Rising flowers and fading flowers lit the green humus and green meadows
The spring eyelids not in broken retina
Creeps on splashing winds,
Glancing with eyes of grand canyon
The primroses of the windswept winds
Whispered the fragile nights the evaporating sky,
In the cold of the night murdered spider lonely charm feels
Wintry fortress of forest winds howl in raves
Cherry blossom rise and fall to fill my navel
Chilly stars in my window frame,
Wondrous deeds of derring do intimidate My pall of ensconces feel,
Snows fill its first autumn morning
Hearing the cuckoo's cry
And the owl's pestilence of horror voice
I long for the crows to crow again
Evening sun over deciduous trees and neighing distances
Echoing neighs in neighbourhood barns,
Childless women and agonizing widows
May some day caress and no more tease
their fate,
Borderless dreams in dreamland buzzard
At boderland's intrigues
Refrain from primrose bank,
How I stalks here the floral power temple,
Beneath the foothills,the eagle of my messenger from verdant hills revels
This distant dreamland
In the plummet of today's first soft snow
Pounces on the leaves of the awed jonquil,
Like Moonmouth,one ton temple bell,
Sits serene and bow low,
The braking locomotive grinds to a halt
And when the dust settles
Tons left dead but the machismo of jujitsu
Resonates unhurt,pricks like a bramble tenderness soar.
He's got the candle tricky curl around burning gales
Candle 's light let the winds bow
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