Tangled and lovely, hot and dusty,
And exotic blooms wild and lusty;
And days are fine like old wine,
And bluejays are there to dine.
Throaty warbling amid the trees--
Is wafted by the silent breeze.
This lane leads to Farmer McCain
And his wheat fields of grain!
......
The tree dangles in all directions
Lush and green leaves seem to be in sync with the landscape amidst the bustle
of the city noise flanked by high-rise buildings
The ripe fruit seems appetizing to be enjoyed instantly
The air was now already felt stifling chest
Indeed, this city glistens with splendor similar to the composition of wine which is
the prima donna for its enthusiasts
The colors green, red, purple are good when the raw materials turn into wine,
they are only social starification and markers for the producing trees, similar to
......
When you move away, you see how much depends
on the pace of the days—how much
depended on the haze we waded through
each summer, visible heat, wavy and discursive
as the lazy track of the snake in the dusty road;
and on the habit in town of porches thatched in vines,
and in the country long dense promenades, the way
we sacrificed the yards to shade.
It was partly the heat that made my father
plant so many trees—two maples marking the site
......
in the southern chumey entrance
hello the swaying fagopyrum
in the eastern ura leasow
defy not the dance of yekos
in the northern tang Valley
treasure the life of arcadian
in the central Choekor valley
invoke the mighty lord
The snowman's black eyes
Rest on last summer's scarecrow...
The sun's cherry-red.
The tree dangles in all directions
Lush and green leaves seem to be in sync with the landscape amidst the bustle
of the city noise flanked by high-rise buildings
The ripe fruit seems appetizing to be enjoyed instantly
The air was now already felt stifling chest
Indeed, this city glistens with splendor similar to the composition of wine which is
the prima donna for its enthusiasts
The colors green, red, purple are good when the raw materials turn into wine,
they are only social starification and markers for the producing trees, similar to
......
The snowman's black eyes
Rest on last summer's scarecrow...
The sun's cherry-red.
Tangled and lovely, hot and dusty,
And exotic blooms wild and lusty;
And days are fine like old wine,
And bluejays are there to dine.
Throaty warbling amid the trees--
Is wafted by the silent breeze.
This lane leads to Farmer McCain
And his wheat fields of grain!
......
in the southern chumey entrance
hello the swaying fagopyrum
in the eastern ura leasow
defy not the dance of yekos
in the northern tang Valley
treasure the life of arcadian
in the central Choekor valley
invoke the mighty lord
When you move away, you see how much depends
on the pace of the days—how much
depended on the haze we waded through
each summer, visible heat, wavy and discursive
as the lazy track of the snake in the dusty road;
and on the habit in town of porches thatched in vines,
and in the country long dense promenades, the way
we sacrificed the yards to shade.
It was partly the heat that made my father
plant so many trees—two maples marking the site
......