Xanadu. नुइत सोलेइल डी 'Three hundred ओस्सवंगो
Night sun Ossavango
Sun against the grain.
Immensity studded with stars.
Cloth spotted fawn. A cloud
shooting and purple.
crowded at the water.
plump and heavy animals.
Soothing quiet evening.
motionless beneath the canopy of heaven. Suc
sticky pearl which slowly. Intoxicated
red fruit dehiscent.
Fell like a drop of dew.
Carbuncle with garnet appeased.
Milestone card on my way.
backwards in my vault. Ubiquity
disorder yet. Surf
a rustling wind.
deflected a cloud rushes.
Rush lion's mane.
nimbly I open the palm of my hand.
A hope for yours tomorrow.
And the ridicule it takes a bit of canopy.
sad and fleeting present trade winds.
Dreams attic vermeil.
Shards night sun.