Vaguely lit by the summer moon that runs blue pierced with light;
her sweet madness floats very slowly;
on the water! and there are green lime trees!
The evening shadows pulling faces the shivering willows.
- a nest of mad kisses, the flowers that you picked.
Entwine their thin arms on the delighted earth.
- studded with black, i long for the time.
We shall travel in a small rustle of wings
his little black puppets, her great veils rising
tremble at the tones like black;
I cared nothing for all, i have seen maelstroms eternal,
stronger than alcohol lightnings and the eyes of panthers
backwards into sleep, i hung there
by mondo & Arthur Rimbaud
(from language is a virus poem engine)
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