11:45 a.m.
Kórinthos, Greece
Birol,
O Music Tree!
Through thee I see tribal masks of bravura, invention Donning their falsetto, I enter per bark of thine Keen upon claret thread of thy fronds, vessels of faculty Scripting myself stretta crescendo upon thy conscience, gender; I sing the maudlin hearted, a cappella Baring crest both ribald and indecent love, guiltless Written of an evaded cadence scintillated distinct of prosaic inanimate living; fluttered forté operatic, come arrant force of this pine.
Gidiane
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Paola Lopez
Interesting, interesting...will come again!!!!
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