Velta shaped flight of Youth
In the summer I would recognize a blindfold akimis- of strawberry sweetness and bitterness of absinth. Root out the tongue, me enough kvapų- red clover Tickling, white mugwort tingling. < br /> be blocked by the nostrils, June day to inform me hoarse cuckoo cuckoo. ears filled with wax, Capri summer pirštais- clover canvas, jasmine silk, thyme violet velvet. cease hands, I go barefoot through žolę- spiked sunlight, dewy mornings. and legs cut down, throwing Christie in Puri moss mycelium white veins. and lead sarcophagus as Cassandra siurbčiau summer of sixth sense, the third eye I could see. even turned into dust still I knew when flowered peony and when - dahlias. (Gothic Short Stories)
