Sombrillas sombras

 

With coloured fabric the sky is full with surprises

against odds time flies briefly in a subject,

spining while falling ideas into hair from hare above,

roaring cascabel matters and it starts to shake

when it rains everything sound like tingling,

sand and dusty cement cloud rattles everything,

but frantic umbrellas go around to protect,

something tries to unapollagetically be

a healing of fireflies and dirt from striped cat,

a heinus way of stay, but they protect.

Sombrillas paraguas umbrellas shadow keepers

let me go from all af the above with a whisper song

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