I see 4 colors of the sky. I see the warmth of your skin. I'm longing to where the rever tends. Around birds are lousy friends. Flitting away never even say goodbye. I'm feeling you don't know what you mean.
In navy stream of thunderclouds White cloudlets you're telling of. The sky-blue iris probing straw-colored barrier of skin. A billion molecules machine Frowning its chin, exhaling all its doubts In the end starts mellowing.
We couldn't wait for sunset. We did a tedious walk to walls. Around berries neuro hands are dancing. You've split the cranberry infusion. This led my apparatus to dilusion. And phrase from mouth falls: