I was already ... Intro ... ... In a storm
looking forward to ... Flamingo
my attributes, ... Do you have a time?!
like slightly ... Different
parkinson's modernists ... The Curse
and the hypercorrect ... Unusual morning light in Commonwealth Bay
poets, who are trying ... Two cats: in the middle of their own beautiful blue world: they're looking into each other's eyes in love
to remove the powder - ... Because of the new bubble afro: little lion can't play today: with his skein
I'm a little off, ... Beautiful waterlily watching some wacky birdie trying
I know, I want to ... I have hexagonism under my skin: said cobra: to the question: how did Picasso affected her
paint my hands ... Let mist toe
on everyone ... Love song
like Van Dyck ... Hat
to visualize ... Pinocchio deceives himself only
the frames and impose ... On the smaller one: it can be clearly seen that every infinity is just a bow
new curses on virgins, ... The Flying Dutchman passing among the mealy worlds
to scratch ... Cowboy hat could be a good nest for incognito swan
at stellar tips and to ... Amor and his water demons
extend in hours, ... Molecule
I hate my foamy ... ÍÓ
counterpart, ... Albert among the worlds
a glass model, ... Field
the mirror ... The Night
broke beneath me, ... When the flying squid met the hungry goldfish
the sound: ... Talk to me
sword to sword and ... The Creation of a pelican
with those wings - ... Postcard
I'm flourishing, ... Viola
it was only ... Temple
my enthusiasm, which is ... Tom's day
usurping by snatches,
when I'm executing ... Back
the marionette
for questioning and
actually I'm taking my
eyes off you
when I'm trying to dash
you with my eyes,
that except for the
ornamental bodies from
cherries and
a lacquered pear
leaves,
we are just
an alloy for recovery
and bonsai alleys,
that there is
none our ecliptic
and the eon seconds,
the seconds,
which shine in my life,
are controling by your
epochal smile equally. © 2024 Peter Krutek