Nearest cloud upon the whiteness and
lightness, dearest land was even calm
to sit and sat gracefully on a first-class
pined wood chair in a certain row, the
feet the hand were planted straightly
to float, show it on the secondhanded
boat, wear the yellowed safety coat to
protective point a view led to the trail
of the seashore, it isn't a overbook by the
conventions overlook, depending on
the edge to hook into an imagination
the story was even true, let the spiritualism
becoming blue, declare the fourth eye
was closed and shut easily, aliquant is
like a piece of art, and find the spot to
released the winded breeze
Written by
Michael James Brindley
8-2-19
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