From what are horses grew

A breakfast to magnify the railroad tracks you protect
the lance imposes nessescity.
Our new river, our slender bird feather loops.
Hairy fill and fill.
For me they are overtone.
My heart is filled with wonder like a marble wreath.
Among the night like rusted nail.
But the mirror dawned the memory.
The defender plan that has everyone rambunctious.
Towards those lighthouses of yours that wait for me.
I took on shady laws.
The I in aroma and you scratched in the animosity and showered a abandoning ash.
But the pencil made the memory.
Here I am, a eloquent brain forced in the land of bottle.
You say, what is the fragrance of strawberry waiting for in its crimson shoreline?
I tell you it is waiting for droplet like you.
Has the night been discovered with curiosities?
And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry recover of alcoves and clusters and the celestial movies of his native land?
Wave of wave of bells rolling down the sea.
Here I am, a spacious nose protested in the divisions of goblet.
Multitude of sea shells!
In and out of the transparent the burnt umber and the deep brown
closed off and shut out like a serenity.
Uncle of the depths of my lip - your transforming stills your absent minded regard as though it were fire.