the morning seems to have the gold glittering in his mouth on the horizon beneath a rainbow of cotton candy through the mountains of marzipan and chocolate swallows
Summer has reached its fullness and heat clouds in the sky hovering over the house undisturbed the sea.
The orchestra knows of cicadas in the afternoon celebration that accompanied the burning of the air, among the trees of the pine needles give off smells of pine forest, while in the distance the fields are caressed by a hand of air that bends them in sinuous movement . Time passes
marked by the shift of the shadows.
After seeing all the young restorer of souls would enjoy a break between the cool branches of the flower garden, peaceful sleep while in the sky and the clouds are looming large. The first drops
you drop a chanting melody in growing storm, the young man entered the house and take soap, a box full of varied shapes colored soaps gentle soap and running in the garden rubs his hands smeared the ground.
gradually becomes the soap foam and blood starting to form shapes of flowers, petals in shades of blue and pink frothy. The botanical garden
soap oriental perfumes, so the neo-fiction Botanical baptizes his work, and turning between a plant and the other caressing scent of clean white roses, violets vaporous, Marseille sunflowers, lilies, wild, scales of azaleas, primroses East India Company and neat colored daisy petals.
The rain took refuge in the sky coming in the clouds to go to another country as the sun evaporates fresh lavender flowers such as mint.
When the sun goes to bed then leaves the afterglow chained in the flower garden, the young restorer pending its cosmic companion is sitting on a block of different layers of multi-colored soap, plucking petals, make them dissolve on contact with skin.
The moon sees him and gives him a new emotion animating and transforming a plant orchids at a young lover of a night in the middle of summer .. then out of sight of the gold that the morning brings a gift to sun!
Dave-
Summer has reached its fullness and heat clouds in the sky hovering over the house undisturbed the sea.
The orchestra knows of cicadas in the afternoon celebration that accompanied the burning of the air, among the trees of the pine needles give off smells of pine forest, while in the distance the fields are caressed by a hand of air that bends them in sinuous movement . Time passes
marked by the shift of the shadows.
After seeing all the young restorer of souls would enjoy a break between the cool branches of the flower garden, peaceful sleep while in the sky and the clouds are looming large. The first drops
you drop a chanting melody in growing storm, the young man entered the house and take soap, a box full of varied shapes colored soaps gentle soap and running in the garden rubs his hands smeared the ground.
gradually becomes the soap foam and blood starting to form shapes of flowers, petals in shades of blue and pink frothy. The botanical garden
soap oriental perfumes, so the neo-fiction Botanical baptizes his work, and turning between a plant and the other caressing scent of clean white roses, violets vaporous, Marseille sunflowers, lilies, wild, scales of azaleas, primroses East India Company and neat colored daisy petals.
The rain took refuge in the sky coming in the clouds to go to another country as the sun evaporates fresh lavender flowers such as mint.
When the sun goes to bed then leaves the afterglow chained in the flower garden, the young restorer pending its cosmic companion is sitting on a block of different layers of multi-colored soap, plucking petals, make them dissolve on contact with skin.
The moon sees him and gives him a new emotion animating and transforming a plant orchids at a young lover of a night in the middle of summer .. then out of sight of the gold that the morning brings a gift to sun!
Dave-
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