Leaking Water From Payne Furnace

A quiet girl I had a friend

Under the arch of the sky on a clear plain

trees tremble and penumbra
large flocks of storks and
tails waving in the dark.
In a horizon of shouts
emit a long cry
What is sadly vibrate
The long strings of wind.
chained to a thrill A girl walks

has the heart of living flesh
And a gun in his right hand. At one time not too far

That quiet girl
filled with light the streets, talking to the stars


and sleep safe in the home garden.

Under the arch of the sky on a clear plain trees and shadows tremble

and large flocks of storks
tails waving in the dark

Guest Paying For Own Meal

The dead play checkers

Rain tender and serene
without torment or wind
Cala sweet and peaceful sleeping

On the Soul of the cemetery.

lost in the desert In the mist of dreams The dead
play checkers with drowsiness

Resigned
is lovable: They do not want to disturb

The shadows of the past.

lost in the desert In the mist of dreams The dead
play checkers with white hands and collect

The skein bitter
their illusions. When the dead
play checkers
My soul is transformed
In
Monotona melancholy and sweet.
It 's so sad life
the cemetery.

Light Weight Ruck Sacks

Rest Music Never

the moon in the sky runs
holding my hand. And rose petals
weak
tremble in the air of autumn.
architecture
Adorned with gray smoke towers
pure gold and roads
the sound soft and sweet pomegranate
night. Butterflies flutter
occult
At the sound of harps large
And the stars of heaven become
gillyflowers
Jerusalem
trembles under the mystery of the trees
As the trees sing!
Oh how they sing the trees!
the moon in the sky runs
holding my hand