The pulse beats in the wrist

and is missed.

 

When one has a name on the door,

is the home rich or poor?

 

Perhaps it's an emotion one lacks.

Don't anyone touch their backs?

 

Is a man posing?

Where is he going?

 

What's the root of the problem?

Nobody will stone them.

 

A whole world full of warm feelings.

 

 

Can't help waiting

when the wind peels the sky

and uncovers the yellow painting.

 

Even an average avenue

has its appeal.

A solution is

the right condition.

 

The sofa has a highly talent for embedding.

One recognised it likely near the fitting.

 

Suitable for sitting.

Marvelous for kissing.

Still missing?