The Man, Paradise, In An Emotional Greece

Weeping lights from Cassiopeia's Core. at this Wedding, lakes dry up, while grapes martyred with holes, Leak their Whispers. "On guard!" someone in Wrinkled cotton Abrupts. ...Had this person seen fit a Stroll Amid perfumed road grit, He'd rub his hands and Tongue the grapes. Clouds in their night life Tonight make a Nucleus of the moon - No shame. Implica ... Continue Reading