Diana....

Diana: ..".. the sand sadness of my whistful desert sorrows.. like a sand a grain a sorrow is my misty mirror's eye... the glint of sand speck in my vision if is an optics of agriculture and moist principle.. I am a mistry mistrial of soul.. I am the mistral trail of agriculture is my soul is my soul's agriculture mistrial a trial for agriculture a season's moist principle is agriculture is the time of trials of time time is a trial of my soul my soul a pendulum weighing heavy with the hours and years a season summer... a heavy summer lasting my belly a pendulum.. my belly a summer..."...