A Beauty Is a Thing Erupt Desire

A beauty is a thing erupt desire Lustrous of thousand ants arise A fallen leaf no commands need from trunk The water breath no practice of sink The bawdy bald is sphere of lust and crave Afresh and water lake around ants thrive Mundane, by cry of fresh is clear crystal amidst cactus a bald is wild petal reflect a friend of sun in lake of bald As clear as hands of Gogh and colour word Let not the friend of sun float cre'ate glimpse Let the bald clear silent to taste ****** Dead notes of mus'cal box is fail the rhythm The bald of Chaos music with rings make rhythm Sound that never taste beloved of hands With bald the beauty of lust beloved taste glands