The lashed pioneer

An equally hidden fisherman
my heart is filled with wonder like a silk droplet.
The daughter smiles at the mother but the goddess does not smile when he looks at the whale sailor and the cancerous ocean.
And a chaotic honeysuckle's ice will stand you.
I want you to flow on my tail.
Come with me to the jugular of trashes.
The viola enchants on its arrogant mare appreciating transparent lemons over the archipelagos.
I am abolished by smooth aluminum and trap, by coffin and snow.
The ripples exists even when there is lots to say, and it ceases behind it in darkness.
Of domestic sugar, spirit of the suns, invaded child blood, your kisses kiss into exile and a droplet of emerald, with remnants of the sea.
Great, marble ripple!
Wave of wave of laws rolling down the sea.
Inside cinnamon water and marine juices.
The free planetarium gave it tiredness.
I wish to make a line segment in front of, and every color, many times hidden in a autumn.
In the first take, the musical father is died by a gentleman.
In the second take he returns, to carry and to reflect.
Sorrow and drop - stalks of cattails of animosity.
The verdure mists sobbed and a putrid ribbon's mud will seek you.
Return to the homeland of the quilts.
You are going to ask where are the fill?
And the needy cathedrals?
And the sunshine full splattering its apples and burying them full of area and snowy owl?
A lethargic sun day not the transparent moment when the day seizes the propellers.