cheung shun sang
Craters Are Love - Poem by cheung shun sang
Crates are catering to cold snows.
Snows are plays with white fox.
Digitals are sum up to analog powers.
Loves are take care by songs.
Moneys are three-D and singing words.
Thrash around are sad clouds.
Smoke to mirrors are peak one.
Clear words are powers to be loud.
Pigeons bow when there are bits with seeds.
Gypsy laughs as happy weeds.
On far on far flowers and fires.
On valley is a cup of lily wines.
Foundations to find are controlled rules.
Very fortissimo loves are decimal points.
Round up them are bed may to use.
Crave words are with love logics.
Queens have no sum but times are in queues.
Moneys or loves are to scrabbles or to quibble.
Quick on tasks is quick on tart.
Go on test the vir-to arts. (tube) .
Moneys’ virtu is love paper.
Who figures are on papers and who kiss my rings?
When love cross your saddle plays.
Regal are cattle on soiree sides.
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