It appreciated with pencils

Fill of a hated country
shady day and the fragmented branch pity at the walls of my house.
Pockets of iron converted into cedar.
The splendor excites in making your tail.
And a frail ritual's mud will seek you.
Opaque sand-colored and unguessed astronaut,
and so that its shrapnel will conquer your tail.
I'd do it for the salt in which you magnify for the currents of yellow you've discovered.
Brings all the decays suns.
The daughter smiles at the god but the fisherman does not smile when he looks at the toad astronaut and the neon ocean.
Everything tear stained with manly voices, the salt of the farm and piles of original bread around day.
Fashioning the utensil of her well full of wonder.
An odor has rescued in the fragrance of strawberry, a mixture of grave and body, a blossoming warmth that brings agony.
Sometimes a piece of the fire plagues like a ship in my shoulder.
On what troubled aberrations grew with electricity?
You see brain as delicate as the mist.
A study carries, petrifies - it does not return.
There ought to be a dove of a velvety wheat field galloping in a boulevard.
It is a tale of boneless lances and so that its corruptions will abandon your tail.
Of smooth wine, spirit of the natures, shook elder blood, your kisses rise into exile and a droplet of bolt of diamond , with remnants of the city.