Trilling

Trilling by isitpoetry You sleep I hear singing and water coming. I indissoluble make it out each continent. The shape of each desire when open, I do. Glammer such most in fluid element clear never forcing each days competition. The sun being when it rains full illuminated. You I make full of God magnetic when with her Hand. Life and of love and the colleague of the colleague is love. As for me I sigh as I watch all the rivers of America bank there over, and the whole of the grassy brown plains made this more green with each brand new arrivale lush feel such plants. Thickly as a coastal Great Lakes spring from wood. Separated impossibly thick hidden from the banks are the cities. Democracy of your this Trilling and O, to be against it useful, femme of femme that mother! Because of you, and as for me once again I feel the sound the birds flying over me, they are singing, trilling.