Haunted Landscape

In between abandoned shapes, an evocation deadens the tongues. A ***** in you drives you to wilderness. Oversexed, the paws strike savagely on the necks of lambs. The candlesticks revert back to acid bombs scorching the tender hugs. Fences are irretrievable. Tunnels were smuggling the lips, petals and potash.Low cost of fire braves drowning. Enemy crawls in every bush. Little white birds are frightened. Bees want to go for pilgrimage. Cranberries drying up for lack of courage. Linen basket was full with nameless shirts, who disowned the beautiful ghosts. SATISH VERMA