With some edits here and there.
A smile of beautiful lips
a small rustle of wings
Dreaming in her pallor of gold
lovely outstretched feet black velvety jacket;
the river murmurs of lascivious satyrs;
that by starlight! for more than a thousand years!
Droops her pale flowerlike cheek squat flower-cups.
– golden foam on her hair, stars spring in the moss.
On his golden chariot dropping pollen like commas.
– proudly displays golden being a goddess with the.
A smile of beautiful lips, a small rustle of wings
showed her rosy navel her great veils rising
why the golden stars but endless;
I cared nothing for all,
whose sobs realize incredible Floridas,
never endured more triumphant
clamourings entranced in the pallid flotsam
delirious skies are, i hung there
by Jay & Arthur Rimbaud