Melodies of Suspenseful Gusts
tips of fingers brush against translucent curtains,
perfumed with distant echoes of silk that thought it was serene
mock that boisterous plunk of air
when common sense offers applause to upheaval.
perfumed with distant echoes of silk that thought it was serene
mock that boisterous plunk of air
when common sense offers applause to upheaval.
Enter the sleek, chrome cathedral disperser of fragrant wind. Modernista claims are brimming ablutions at dawn. Have you heard the concerto of gusts? Seating strictly first-come-first. Adults dazzled, children bemused. Brash laughs hold hands just out of touch.
leap! the ladder of backward notions climbed,
ripe bananas assume poets, horses whisper useless weather,
catching meditative breezes in melancholy tunics
where sprawling sofas debate endlessly, virtually silent.
ripe bananas assume poets, horses whisper useless weather,
catching meditative breezes in melancholy tunics
where sprawling sofas debate endlessly, virtually silent.
Cellmates of coherent thought and anevery (yes), cobalt murmurs. Attention: the methodological approach shall commence, under voided instruction allowable only irony too thick, veers to dialect of static.