Natural Paintings

As the day begins, the blue is still near
As the night comes, you that I know your bypass
Like an eel, slowly passes over the waters

You know that we strongly wait for the desingenius
That mooches our shifting as if switchboards were.
Why do this despair?

Is this as too stubborn as we waited for?
Very practicable if to easy the fidgety.
And so calm to find the patches.

Is how to reach the moments,
If they were no robots in lonely,
Even just a few of them can be fingered out.

No floating as they were.
So, none can felt kind of despair there.
They're vaguing in skies never once orbited.

Not ever easy now to say is...
How to start all over again?
Oh, just quite a few understood the the soft maneuvering.

Like seagulls that flock
Just to avoid the flippancy
That every one already knew.

"False"...some screamed.

In a dark Mercury planet that seemed ill
You will find that it's still
Alike winds of long dated lovers bombed.

Surfaced or unfaced by the minutes.
The lonely flier once check it out
Making those as true as just lovers do.

Planet Mercury, we do like you!