The howl of the wavy, thirsty wind
Over the peaceful, lazy rocky hillside valley. The shadow of the overcasting
sky. Humbled by the unique metallic color. Sunken by the whispering of the
roaring splash

The refreshing touch of the rubbery muted grass. The grass, rounded,jagged,
and multicolored
It hums and it whistles with the chanting wind nearby. Gurgling, buzzing,
and crunching as it descends within.
The slurping and the piercing of the Gods as they breathe in.

The turquoise, smooth blurry ocean
The damp, icy top, and the bushy thick bottom. The rattling and the buzzing
of the golden honey-baked bees. The sticky and moldy taste that will always
fill you up to the top.
The gasping of the haunting and angry leaves.

The piney, dull look of the sparkling sky. The grooved shadowy clear clouds.
Burnt in the overcasting dark moon. The silvery, transparent face of the
pouting sea.
The ecstatic and mournful lonely house looks into the dim
terror........................................................
The flushed,lime green tree
The musty and dusty village.
The slurping of the exploding horror
Sounding of music, sloshing terror
The Magic Pictures on your wall looks into the dim
mirror....................
 
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