Your Voice
December was cut off with a mowing sickle
Your voice is indicative of the Pyxis
Today I will pray at the cemetery
The sky shows eternity in the earth
The bush is a mythical prototype
Night power
Morning water
Noon passage
And food in the evening
Paralyzed arousal
A word of metaphysics it itself
Equator of the skin
Sound of Bhartrhari in the shell
Machine learning in the ocean
White lily my father loved
Dead trees head toward spring
Things reminiscent of cattle saliva
The mysticism person who wishes that voice is cut off
I came down from the rocky mountain
Then draw a circle on the ground and put your voice in it
Copyright © Beach Happiness | Year Posted 2016
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