Brightness of Our Cake

The cake has wings and it feels our pleasure as a witch. Yes, we are the cake neighborhood and any aura that occurs on a clear night around the moon is a birthday cake.   Come here and see the book of soft love, you will find his birth with the seeds of our earth; it woke up on the eyelids of an old palette that had a smiley cream. You know that the cake lived like rose in our dreams, and we hide in its perfumes like butterflies. At home we have a cake like the face of our flowers, pure and shining, and I would be very happy if I saw her chants swing like a fairy on the beach. Because of this brightness of our cake, you may like to sit under our warm tent and contemplate the wonderful cake scent.