Day of teases
Simple news I repent
Portion I will know, the play of youth, eases
With the calm, the claim of so much meant

Done
And forever one
The very bile of seek, come...
To these, for a smile I owed and won

The party
Of five, the calling to handsome shall
An ode, to what we have smartly
And the copings airs of decisions, I watched fall

From honors height, the tale to finish
And muster a new catch of days, meaning
A host of all, to refresh a smile that did lend a wish:
Since waiting is such a crucial live, why not a kiss even seeming?

Doll with a paper hat
Proper asking and needful advice
Well-worn wisdom, like a badge of honor
Sitting by the road, waiting on a composure, to arrive...

Anybody seen a reason to be...
Them and showing a heart of suddenness
To a friend, will we speak of the devil, to free
Them, from the silence I spy, is a breezes guest?

Is it me, or the stir of things to come...
Have a wishing habit, if not favor
Of remembering the old, with the new, the particular some
Of lilting kin, that seems to agree, I am a new neighbor...

Silent and ordered with anarchy
The tout of simple pride, is ours to be seen, actually
And pronounced with an ample decency, decisions will begin
Like a hand shook with freedom's still, the worth of mutually...

The stare of a lifetime...
Becoming a hardy hello, in numerous ways we will now know
Are a shadow of presumption, that has coped well and trying
To understand a nerve to linger in sight, the total of a season to owe?

The next act, of adrenaline
Supposed forces, to win a kinder stare
Through the looking glass, as if shine
Is a wall to itself, patience and their horses, fare

A race to the more, ever and stone sore?
Of a friends cleverer smile...
Same to how, we found your quarrel
With me, a simpler distance to while...

Mean or main stay...
This moment, made for the devil and the blue sea
Meant, in time with sour notion, pain
Is the only force we see, for a man or woman in love, deem...

A hat of errors, that knew you for a wiser momentum
A whine of distant feelings, that shares the known, to be
A callous share in proof, that has the time to question a room
A singing candle? awake at the touch of a lover, is my kiss anarchy?

Hate a rhyme to begin, with a resolve in the rage of another?
Spite, carnal license, and hopeful sycophants of a rule of thumb
With your name on it, and my cares, the risks of loving a bother
With your needs and vice, as a charity we will know is succinctly won...

Heroines, with a table to eat from, timidly share a savior
******'s, with a resolute few, is here to skip the wisdom of done who
Hero's, with a tap to ply and explain, are a safety's warrior
He, with an excused hand has a reason to be, to the patience we do too...

Handsome
Truth is a noisome bird
Vestige and shall, know come
A voice worth commonness, is a voice heard

Try the stone, understate home
See the order to rhyme, and meet is cares
Finding vice among friends, is a lot atoned
With worth to step forward, comes only love fares

Poise, is half a problem gone all the way
Thinking but beauty, will earn unrest
Seldom and its inkling, know what to say
The patience of a king, is it, the other side of blessed

Where-with-all knows where love dies
Liberty is a second chance, that lives for most
Acts and actual, the lips of joy conceive wry
Sincerity is but loves key, still about the dreams and its own, host

Merit a kiss, and earn divinity's smile
Long to life, and known for humanity, desire may
The conscience of any, is for those that gave all
And the backwardness of prodigy, is the gift of way

A laugh has the time to share a skill, if noted to believe itself
Making time a shrewd kindness, has a question to its might
Through and few, the days repast of couth, is the moment of wealth
Looking hard and fast, to improve live for another may, is light

See the risen poor...
Psyche in a rage's way
The clamor of witnessing a trust, in form
With a realm to its understatement, that wishes may...

Silence, to a new friend?
The total of comprehension...
Taken to identity percept, and let with kind
Still a threshold of could, and its intellect, like a wind...

We see, nothing become ours for a song...
Timely and added with shares in justice
The alienation of decency is for never more, among
The tale of gestures and the handsomeness of a sponsored vice

Promises, and choice of cope
To work a simplicity's magic, and its inkling's hereafter
Noted well, with guidance's lips, the rue of chances to hope
The wealth of decision at a marvel's way, was a need for anarchy's fare

Time for a knot
A carried child, on hip we see eternity
Look, and become a shrewdness, never mocked...?
Kisses and kindred away, with a future certainty...

Add me when the road has a fork...?
Spills of light and the breath of common sight
Keep is a heady order, to a wish beyond yore
Save me a stern ordeal, when we select ourselves, for rights...

Persuade yourself a bird's home, to be...
A fluffy smile with a coming hope, some other time...
Today we will see a shoe, become the haste of indignancy
Here to say and make a threshold, a comment in poises lime...

Adrenaline, a mother of fine figures and cares, will say
Blue as the sky and its hindrances are, the tows of reason
Let a known sharing, introduce a human stare, with ways
Ever a hap perceived not, the coming and going to seasons...

Long in the tooth, and faring an espoused generosity of couth
Instinct has seen you, with a problem only the character of the world
Absolutes with all and decency to entertain, the miracle of youth?
Rages shadow in the days, will sensibly prepare a soul for silence early?

Quiet, asks mother finally, is a road to where its own a shall?
Understood with a realm to its touch, is fate for the rue we, see?
In the mars and despair of courage, we take home, the price of all?
Timid as a call of wisdom is, isn't all of love still a room, for we?

Here a babe will notice, is a frank discussion of senses mercy...
Or to more than fore, the weakness of spoil and guarded foils oft due
Patiently lending one more glance at you, is a vice to know our worry?
Edges of poignancy appear, and the disgust of another season for a fool...

Penny ordered me
Penny, do we sake a chance?
Penny in the choice, is a home but to free
Penny of sense and substance

Long night in the east
Where a simple lip, is forever a heart
The thought you came for, the lip of least
Is a shrewd conversation, ours to start...

Mighty is the night, the tally of kind
And its hope, to see the future
In the hands of austerity, a challenge of mind
And the security we fashion from need, a pause to cure...

Heaven?
From the names we bless, the tale of vices unity
Arranged in hearts adoration, a cause to cleanse
And come by the sight of weal, the vision of a city

Patience, can and will be a song
Antipathy and its children, the voice of a realm
To accept but the levity of life, to love all along
The tendered role of sincerity, with time so little...

Realize, the coming simplicity of couth
The truth, to worship the ordeal of itself
That in final lips of justice, is so strong, a hand rule
The common with you, the pace and place of wealth

Saviors of time, now the greatness of kind come, for us
We are the spoken promise of need, nothing more
For a question alive in the ears of shared guidance
Is a truer relationship than hate, with which we will know for

Kindness
The chosen tale, for a reach of proper heed
Given the pout, the alacrity and the ought of a guest
Will even the marriage of possibility, become what we need?

Lied
And with a whole luck
The thread of disdain, might?
Save a little more than futures to pluck?

Common, and due the stars?
Shadows of worth, that complete ourselves?
Shame and direction to a carnal heart?
Time in the wishes of another, that earned its wealth?

Tragedy, never more than else?
The cold shoulder of withheld wisdom
That calmly collects a shine of misery, and melds
Of complacency we set before ourselves, the pout of a question

Look
And seem the prowess of benign blessing
Have we begun a stare, with a realm to its touch?
Inclined to avarice, like a fool wishing more, was lessing?

Good natures...
The tender when of a consciences wind, now chosen to serve
The tale of guidance and aggression to a moment's cure
When poised futures have a lie to say, the length you took to learn?

Purity, not prophecy...?
Ably the quaint, to see the coming host
Not hot, not horror, not history
But a mind you owe with a miracles finger, that owes you back, liberty to a ghost...

Patience, fate
Trees and treasures of kind
The tale of inclined sate
Has a sunny disposition, as if time

Care for a threshold of dissuasion another day?
Real regret, is the purpose behind our musings
Anger and delves of uniqueness, are to begin with may
A choice of shoulders, save itself for what patience looses...

Salt, is a final run to safety, a hug in the wind?
Curious speed, the irony of candor, to exist
Bred upon balance and the common, the tone of a new voice
That was a care, the towardness of you, an embarrassed list...

With no man's land, came the wish of potential
Sulking and denoted to be, the vice of remembering
The otherwise certain specific, the tongue of quintessential
Looks of responsibility for a question to guidance, sometimes humbling...

Will you marry me?
Places of blossoms, and the callous through and due, today
Of a quiet simplicity, for the anecdote of when boding is anarchy
Isn't a world of itself, the only reason a challenged voice, was anyway?

Persist and pout
The devil and the deed of the bluesy's...
Right to contain and contemplate another good intent, shout
Upon a caring rainbow found in the mere, all more, and me...

Fickle
Done in mentioned light...
Through and due the common, the still
Notice of compliment, a comment of right

None
The more we save, from the proof of simplicity
Story's and a sulking tree, the seldom of fun in the sun
Turned to universality, with the eyes of anarchy

Amend
Sour and refined, refrain from the beauty of compel?
The pout of another gift and the choice of feeling's substance
Over the quiet since, that has become ours to weal...

Things
And the duty of a desire in worthing heaven, the hell of unity
Given me, and the role of synchronicity a resolve, to sweeten
Time is a daring host, to assure even the tiniest of needs, vicinity

Arduous
Threshold in the lime, the boding of every else, in the book
Staid and remembering decorum, like a hell is every cause
When we are the understanding home, to a willing look...

Force
Are we a stir of responsibility in the arms of voice, or its cope?
Timid as we are, the calling of it all, is a wisdom's source?
Look hard for a nature? when you can have a friend for it's love...

Caring
True to mellower stares, the throe of uncanny light
Made from the none, are we to survive a decision, so faring
The response of decency, that a swim with the devil, is also right...

Liberty
Loan the call, to me for a universe's song
Trust is a walking might of the deed, asking the seldom, evil's
Is it me, or the shade in a wishes stir, the tout we held all along?

Doubt
Reasoned with your, friend...
Excuses to win a wish from your pout
Hasn't seen your ghost, until eyes lend

Marvels of home
Meticulous in an innocent stare...
I see a wishes grasp, a mindful love
Choose you, for a question in care

For a decency, with a parable's truth
Sense, sanity and seasons
Of frank and curious, beginnings of youth
When decision is one, will want have its reasons?

Simply breaths to bode, callously?
Share a misogyny, the vastness of us
Come from nowhere, somewhere to ease?
The shadow of compliment, we save because...?

Now, is in your hands, myself
Through and due, the times are a needy
Friendship, to live long, in a sight's wealth
Somehow given prowess, a lifetime to keep

Redoubt
Still, the hunger of emancipation...
With voice; even couth, even now
The eyes of life, in all intimation...

Grant me the speed
Heaven if not a haven of acceptation
Call of a miracle's friend, them to conceive
Bared seldom, and the rise of a right to silence a secret's sin

Soap and today's sun
Has followed a care, so tight
So beautiful in the name of cruelty's fun
Where one invited nightmare is it's light

Joy
Just to ire...
The paradise I saw, is a parable beyond an earthen coil
When we save the sight of a future, I have seen a wishes fire...

Press for me the candor of angst, a ghost I met once...
The tows of shrewd contact, to a lot, of questions that sow
The response of anarchy, to a blow of wind we saw bare a dragon
That has no name, but the one I gave to it, for a rose

Clay?
And the stark face of nothing, loved
By the forces I hated, except for a shred of decency
Same side of peace we will with a banal blindness, like us...

Have and the blessing of another ghost
Dance with us, until legend is none more, adage
Smile and defy the world, of a lip that has forsaken those
Till a resolve is no longer a host, of my pain and rage

Sorry no more alienation, which
In the true voice of now redeemed, is a callous share
In the levity of prowess to identify a chaste
Simply put, tomorrow...

Privileged to tell?
The better role, in a vouching vaunt
So set, for a devotion in might, we be the fell...
Longing for a shadowy right, to live in the light we haunt?

Patience, is such, if not the only virtue
Predicament in few, vice to love...
Collecting the same, if not shame triumphant, due?
Do we know ourselves, when liberty has excused us...

Is, a younger covenant?
Through in forced issues, the tale of spirit's introduction
Saved from future implication, the choice I relent...
Is mine to the pout of another, the sound of vanity come, again

Won't?
And interpretation of a new, hastier league...
Of repercussion, and the till of ominous moment's...?
Readied by an unseen hand, as if reality is to conceive

Nowhere in mind, for the truth to visit?
Me, in the courage we show, we tender is a callous front
Of appetite's superiority, the turn of acumen into wit...
That has seen it all, a perception intoned for a care so, don't?

Destiny, and the ilk of homage...
We prepare in languishing eyes; the times are a bared lover?
Set to tooth, and with a realm to it's touch, that is a livelier legend?
Will my known, need as a name is my shield, begin to sate lucre?

West, with the common ire, to verify a new sanity
Paces and fate, in the land to tell a very different story....
Everyone has heard, over and over again
With one difference, is my name to rule the vastness, I worry...

Didn't, to foretell?
Have and need soon, the exaction in a pace
We foretell is peace, a looking wish, well...
The reach of a new passion, seldom in may?

Choices
Staring ours, to win the pardon
Here is my, courtesy in new sources...
That collect a need, with calm as a problem

Hatred, is a role to finish a thought
With a deed's chaste...
Welcome it to a liberty, with no future, but a whim...?
That worlds have claimed that no man may pass...

Up
In heaven, them and tows of charisma
Curious, enough to understate love?
With another use, in the corner with its own; enigma

Here indeed...
The irony of response, kindness, to wrap a frank finger
About the succor of purpose, the identity of becoming heed
Been whether a bit lip, a changing season and a breeze to linger...

In your soul, with a boding craving...
Peace was a simple friend, that you sent to a lovelorn ghost?
Speak your piece of a puzzle, none the less a work in saving...
Another way, from the spoils of worlds, that has come to host:

Us
The praise of angst, for a belly of conscience and mere?
An awakening hindsight to love, to remind in certain voice, thus
Is its own reward when a callous promise shines; is, was never fear...

Light
In the valley of voice
Many curious mystery's, move to sight
When a dim exception knows me, for quietness's choice...

Handsome?
And a solemn chaste
Seen by any, who would make quiet come
The pyre of reason, steadied by rational haste

Fastidiousness?
A friend of composure
With an early eye for what quiet bless
The very hour of simply, a heart's distress to cure

Rancor?
A hint of problems, beyond life's reach
That seem, given notice; are a politer war...
With succor's pride, known for a pining's cease

Worship?
As if, courage has a lover...
Couth, do we own love's shadow, lip
Quiet as the proverbial church mouse, meanwhile, is one to cover...

Light?
With energy, came the query of control
Spare, anarchy, or might
Shadow's seem to be, a time with love's whole?

Anchorage
Of a rages boat
Simple advances, of a rainy day
Have the honesty to choose a reality, so...

Tarry and see my fight
Worlds away, with aloof eyes
The done and the moment of purity's song, might
Taken to the fearsomeness of me, could a day become why?

A boat with no name, has a deity to take
Every spirit of cause, to a beauty's wish
Long in tooth, and realms of guidance to sake
Time is a comely hope, we envision is...

A rainbow with time to still...
Timid as a count of decidedly few reasons, may be
The truth I seek, is anywhere in time, lived for what will
A shared future to intone, a place for what may suggests is me

Powers of choice, I reveal are a final
Wish to become a memory served, the delight
Poorer days to come, and with the tension of adage's child
I remember even the name in the rain, another soul with it to right

Tomes of advice
Let alive, in the room of cares
Vehemence, instinct, attuned sighs
Where the powers that be, continue until fared

Are we the ears of purpose?
Set in sides and meandering light
The skill of another, to share the insight of us
Should we enable a dance, of redoubt for might?

My door of adding, as avarice is...
The truth in long glances, with method to move
Thought, the biding hope of when is, bliss
The turn of completeness, the coping hour we have of use?

Lose me in the fold...
The tooth I invoke, is a creation of voice and tone, to total
A resolve of guidance, of kind come for wishes to hold
The grace of unity, if not unique sense, before legend falls

To reproof...
Time in its steady march to liberty, the devotion of fashion
Though a tarter end to hindsight, may be aloof
We confirm the date of simple alacrity, a host of could lasting...

Be the love, of a lifetime...
Of causes redeemed by a curious share
In the superiority of life, to know a callous friendship worth trying
And the impress of duress, driven to cares we ne'er guarantee...?

Unless the cold turn of truth, is towards waiting love
Done distress, marveling need, the common remark of persuasion
In the name of urges, we attest to passions, we grant another covenant
The decision of a soul to keep, knowing a handheld in something besides here's intrusion

All
A day's lot in the careful wishes we seek, for a nary come dwell
Rhapsody, in a courage's stance, the times to live and know a call
To harmony, the burden of thee, assumes patience is ours to tell...

Rose of a champion
Thought, in a beautified accord
Set to waiting hours, a needs complexion
Where we are, the tale of unity to its peaceful order...

Skip, argue or define
The truth, we removed by bounty of pouts...?
Sated avarice, and the curtness of kin caught in a notorious lie...
Welcome a shadow to breath, when a harrowed eye allowed...?

Is a requited girth, of when, any of a decency's curse?
Has found me, in a live and by chastity's purpose
Handsomer skills that agree, in no known terms...
I had the taste of pride, like a reality of sin, to accuse

Why...?
No man with a tradition of sincerity, is this island commit
Without the sigh of me, the irony to dwell and seek tight
The course of another ship of fortune, that has seldom to wit:

Look, an eye of poise, if not intellects poison...
Made manifest by the only few, of bared conscience
That has us for curiosity's fool, but you, for another hero to loan
A flower of understated chaste; a victim of letters of prescience?

Tall tales of nothing more than a drunk hysteria?
Here is your mind, in my way for one more timidity...
Think and details of weal, we will know until votes ***** drama
To a reaching hour, no one above another, like acts of humanity...

Stars to dwell in the night
Paces in the account, of a new peace
Rages, and the toll of evidential might
The cares of worlds that collect but a keeping least

Use, and the unction of void causes
Reciprocate and notice a share in the form
Flowers of justice, tree's of a unique treasure
When we spy a day reproofed, the kiss of all and norm

Wishes to run...
And bless the cold shoulders of avarice
With a requited passage of what is ours, what is fun
When a place above clouds, has a charity to give, this

Speaking of that...
The tow of mutual praise, the tongue we ask in
Is but a soul of callous salt, to understand a matter
That came, and with a loving precognition, we are the spirit to win

A hat of conscience
The truth in a lingering hope, the total of unity in a breeze
We meant, we sent to an angel, for hands of presence
And the miracle of a kindness that liberated even life's dreams

Judged appointed
Anoint a challenge, in the cue
We work for, all too soon, jealousy's lot
Waiting on me, the condition of a query to look...

Salty exchange
The core of decision
And the irony in a look so strange
Weal, to verify a stay, of what is derision

Spaces for pain...
And the cold shoulder of a quiet
Knowing a name has the courtesy to stay
Will we save a shared eye, from the blessing we saw, have twilight?

Pairs of discipline, taken to tokens
Of worth, ornery and otherwise
When also comes to a ribald joker
The truth in a careless whisper, that knew what to despise...

Despisal itself
Poor old countryman, with a bitter lip
The poise of purpose, a choices wealth
If the savior, the dare, the nary come whit?

Destiny
And the callous cowardice of a journey to sate?
That has come and went, with a riper intendency
Till we meet again, the ruse of what was another mate...?

Pout, Johnny, pout
Since a dare, a driven love...
Sakes alive, the corner of charity we allowed
Is a taste of yesterday, with a tomorrow just because...

A taste of today, with its counter:
And retried misery, with a name to follow?
Reasons in frozen steps, a lip for the founder
That knew the cares of steadfast runs to a little soul...

More than a charisma in worth's timid embrace?
The truth of a voice so enamored, so vanity...
Is a language to confirm nothing, but the place
Of sensibility, the fact we dote is this part of sanity?

Witness me...
Running at the lengths of the notorious land
Success and distances avowed, for a lip that see's
You cry like a child before the world's needier hand

Sands of wishes we never made, without each other
Particular to inner most, if not the hosting, of desire
Last's treasures and finer features, of calling sin a kept bother
Just to show a levity of keep and now, the irony of a liar?

Pennys that dance when kissed, live on the noxious moon?
Stoic jewels of couth, where has an invisible kiss, begun or been?
Looking now in the eye, will we save justice, from all too soon?
The rage of simplicity to quell, the notion we know means...

Yes Johnny, the door swings both ways
The tale of youth and its demeanor, to remember a serious ilk...
Is but a beauty in motion, the turn of sincerity to what has
A paradise in long liberty's, the earning of guidance, for a heard decency's silk...

Long to view, the terror in a praise, we see the cunning...
Of insincerity that will, the around and deserved voice
Of minds adage, minds ability, to question a face still running...
What has a cope become, will a day's lament, become our only choice?

Set in high regards
So called, lips of love...
Why is a kiss so certain?
When a door to itself, has said the bests of us?

But wouldn't one succeed, another?
When social awareness, has sent the kind
To liberty, a chaste that has asked in no certain language, the doting other
Of simplicity that has called all of life's season, a curious mind?

And epiphany...
Taken to wishes we rarely understand
Except in the eyes of another, offering any
And all of a remembered stead, the comparison of friends

Rats in a maze...
Forced to relinquish a shrewd fact, or fate
To but allow a question of decency, for a spare eye pays?
When the callous image of yore, is for those that say, it

Quite a door, wasn't it?
Space regaled for a some and its content, cope
Is a quiet wisdom to verify, the taste of moments to regard, whit?
That has come of age, with the face of undue share of what was, modesty for love

Three favors:
I meant in a blind hurry
Sour and defiant, are you ready for wonder?
Is a reach of kindness, ours to share a gift of worry?

First, there is no God without it, a whole refrain
For the stout enterprise of waiting on another, you
Situated else, the common tact to remember a change
Of worthiness's season, into patience's we essentialize, who...

Letting burden show itself, the integrity of an imposition
Has a legend to its breadth, a foible of demeanors
Long talks with nothing but ilk's best, in silent ears an inquisition?
Of whom is a reason to fare, the pace of distance oft sulking, weird

Lastly, is this even you?
The treatise, to administer and admonish for a quiet stock, taken to accept
For a liberty in choices, we deem to be the consensus of problems alienated to accrue...
And known for indigency's lie, at the torrid shape of poised antipathy to earn a baring, lent

Do pasts come clean, is a reality of poorer snide, a fate wryer?
The tooth you promise to carry a cause, that envy...
If not jealousy, the irony we admit is a reach of what hides
And made subtle, the considered live of what the world is, heed

Logic moves
Moving with peace, and the stir of deem
Since am, is its own heady reproof
Meant for any who would, the irony of seem...

Seclusion of a sin, the rue we take to intrusion...
Has the sordid and the accrue, become a hindrance needy?
Could this, a have of sincerer live and let lucre
Become the notion of completeness, indicate leading...

Lent a told story, with marvels oft due, soon
Truer ask and facts, find finite the callous share
Of a wish alive in methodical winds, an act with time to shew
An accord of purposeful, lengths and hence, a quality to care...

Meant with the eye of death...?
See, the common confusion of exaction, in elucidated yet
The tooth of beauty, to owe a craved form, to what we let...
Is a halt of dissonance, that has the world to groom a liberty, and?

With hands of causes and shown curiosity...
The tale of lingering need, for a question allowed to step forward
And take the time to purpose, to liberate rationality...
That has the composure we seek for a deed of instinct, sometimes hard...?

Sometimes, as simple as a thought
With patience to commit to another lend
That has seen the world to be a corner for not
To know a thing of life and decency that has, another, to mend?

Find me
In a circle, with thee
Time is a vessel to look and lead
The truth to vested means...

Come together, say the use
In cool glances and apparent myth
The common eye, sore from abuse
To each and them, the other idea of bliss...

Races and voices, to teach you a care
Is all and mighty, until a lover has seen
The callous shadow of unity, and its marriage
Like the weary sides of silence we made to ask, kings

Let me
Have your sincerity for a song
The taller the day, the shorter the heed
Of worth in liberty, that has me for haunts

A fight with the wind, named joy
Just and capable, the source of interim...
To see a house of vanity's resolve, with which almost and coy...
Today are the eyes of the nowhere man, with a certain requiem:

Tears of compromises and its station, vice
Found in the voice of another, sunny day to remember
With a goal in sore trust, the taste in wishes that hide
And given a choice to kind come or tomorrows hill, will we find misery or more?

Inkling, not a pact
Searching for once upon a time
Visits of the luck of another, a breezier fact
Has come home to roost, with a tear, trying

Birds of common ecstasy, the truth to overwhelm
A soul with provision, the tact a child makes
When pennies come up short, for a rain and hand so little
Known for the scope of anger we display, is this idea, sakes...

Life to love, a churched feeling
Society at large, with a handsomer gesture
Told to limits we few, in the light of sacredness, sometimes reeling
With a torrid sense of what is askew, to astute curiosity's

Life in a hug, that shewed the obvious
Where salt is to excuse the don't before isn't, the tomorrow
Of a collapsing trait of dismay, long before days keep and 'us'
As if a lowly eye had the moments to tell, a challenge is to borrow?

Can't, the powers that be swear a tolling bell to seem to be, pain
Wanting a shadow to remember itself, won't a harrowing rename
Found, the stir of simplicity in a callous sake, welling to begin plain
The total of pride in a secluded secret of virginity's live, and let fame...

The littlest reply to an age old question...
Said for a capable mind, rest and recuperation with a friend
Is ours to typify, a stare of heed and perplexment, at a kissing
Bandit, that stole your heart for your today of vice's, again...

Brass is icky
Gold is dew
Bronze is micky
Lithium is you

Long arms, long legs
Roses in a rational circle
Waiting on the hug of history, is race begs?
Wading into the rain, are we meant and or the devil?

Silence before the storm:
Walls with superior horses, suggest a callous ide
Hello, moments, my name is first among many firsts of norms
When a burden if lasting pasts, is a creature of speed, and its shied...

Novelty versus poverty...
Nations voiced by angel's
Success amid heaven, the count of refraining from innate liberty
When a courage is for what destiny referred to as health...

Heaven
And a typical drama in the sweetness we cue
With exasperation come to a deified hill, the love you have given
Is a remembrance, of reasoned wealth in disparity due?

Hell
Exacting a new flower; of sun, moon and lands ecstasy
In these eyes, the thing of future philanthropy, is a doting and little
Wind of silence, that is broken baring the light of curiosity...

To each their own...
Simply found, and cared for, the lips of a lover
Are the needs of conscience, before composure to regale, a stone?
Of might, that is completed with the honor of privilege, and boy is it moving...

Political asks
And dismays of need
Candid miracles, candid masks
Kindred in the forsooth, the south of form to heed

Races and vertigo, in a fathomed row
Set to edge, and the phantom of kings
A salted fate, remembered by any but those
To look before leaping, a hill of sin's winds

Where has a pining health been, the ides of coffee?
And its tenderest memory, the love in a hello
That when heard, is baring a blind chance, to reason
I am the tow of a mighty tree, the leaf in love with a sunny hope

Death remembers your name, before you do...
Death realizes the kiss of avarice, for a singing hell to wish...
Death knows where to give a gift, and where to lose liberty, all too soon...
Death keeps a beauty at arms reach, until you are but a pretty itch...

Death is sitting next to you
A taste of promises in the eye of your enemy, where tears save rooms
From the totality of prayer, to keep you from the place of sublime due
Where a salient nod to itself, is ten more death's coming to doom

A mightier ask:
Is a relationship with you in front of a mirror?
Sit sense to a lip both sideways and long in facts
Your mind is mine, when a resolve for silence, is to near...

Post through, envy and who
Seasons of sorts, to collect a filial layer of dust
Integrity has imagined, a faerie in gains, glue
Is a solemn coin to a suspicion's eye, that must

Purpose and soul, the token of a door
That has rhymed with the avarice
A doting alumni of decent questions, od more
Than a cough in your direction, for a knock knows spice

Heed me in a careful way
The tooth you host, the tooth I am
Is for those who gesture the now, for speed and whimsy
Hello will be fine, though a chaste with an answer for a lamb...

Lion's that sour to the touch, of a callous us
But yielding a clue, that some think a deity's joke
Was the attached heart so fine, you didn't cope in thus?
The truer tale of sense, the hours until I keep an irony's vote...

Prodigy and the count of something greater
Than the example of promises, to verify a vanity is golden...
The tooth we now share, is for any who would understand fate, here
And where, the imagination of an egg, whose time I am holding...

Bridge on fire
Flames noted for their honesty, justice
Given a stoic chance, the element of a sire
Waiting on the God given stir, of heaven to spice?

We walk with ourselves and a name
So allowed, so meticulously reasoned
By the tides of tomorrow, the edges of shame
Will us to life, the self and same, since seasoned

Rain may come, a harrowing guidance to destiny's future
Fortunes of simplicity and chaste, the gall
To step forward, and ask a land in all curiosity
Is a found and timid laugh, our only way to an answer's fall?

Succinctly the embittered path, with a rue
Time mushrooming into secrets and pains where with all
Hello, adding sincere to a bonfire of vanity's, a could
And a shoulder of compassion from here to sight eternal...

But the fire persists, the devotion of silence's choice
In the stir of accept, and where winds know a callous insist
The terror of a failing humanity, with a salt to its fame, if not voice
Where has irony and its conscience been, the eyes of hate we visit?

Little harmony, the stuff of patience and liberty's dreams
Still a hand to hold, when peace becomes a risen sort, to avid lead
Long in the truth to overwhelm a shadow, we all know and seem
Where presence of mind has a lover, somewhere sending a remorse's kiss, to me...

Undone tomorrows
A guaranteed break of silence
A guitar alive on the radio
Where has a holy night been?

Under the tongue
And loving it
The turn of salt into heroism
And the catch of day, on our whit:

Pennys dance when kissed, like hardier
Futures in the round, of a lifetime...
Seen by any eye, that will give it a star
A host of adroitness, that has its soul for rhyme

Silence that was...
A heart found success, that completes a rise
Of the land to the ire's we discuss
Dust to dust, and the must of our lives...

Under the covers...
With a universes smile
In hopeful corners, the virginity of a fury, made lovers
Of another privileged season of life, all the while...

A halt here of seen problems, pronouncing itself a sanity
With an hour found in the eyes of being, a stare of promise
And succinctly the truth in a voice, to complete a shared vanity
To consider all and else, in a heaven's way, a kind of wish to rise...

No fork
No spoon, until life looms
No knife, without friendship to implore
No plate, to make a wish without room...

For more...
Special is the need
Of compelling, to understate sore
Feelings about the rue and the role of thee

Sent to sweet for an eventual chastity
The chiding of gall, to subsume, we favor
The limit's of worth, a world can save, by vanity
Of coolly and calmly clashing with a problem's suitor

Spare or seasoned
The tale you seek, came with the force of promises
Made and sometimes fate, is a fickle keep, of reasoned
Many to jump into an argument, of sense and the nobility of lives

Know fork, the taste of complexity, to give rage a gift
Know spoon, the till and the handsomer will of cordiality
Know knife, for itself, the common and the baring eyes of distance
Know plate, coming here and now with a future for you, nativity

Politer to fruit
In the name, of a toil's box
Sat by order's river, the irony we suit
To possess a stilled eye, which has savored not

Run, fool, run
Sown notice, of a quiet in the din
Of the jungle, we notice the hope of cunning
To save a charging guidance to what we have, for sin

Win, tool, win
Lead since, fed genius
Is a harboring cold, the driven nature of meant?
In the dim eye's I forgave, many tears come to season

Sun, who'll, sun
Avid in heat we prophecy, is a need's shame
Poised to entail all, the voice of method's begun
To make a wish in open seem, the order to a name

Sin, cool, sin
Token treasure, thunder in the east
So willed, for a moment to understand again
Looking for a chosen one, that we lost at a feast

Gun, soul, gun
Driven by horror and the beauty of childhood
Where a blind friendship with only a smile sung
Has come and gone anew, like a heart of would...

Halt and salt, why do you insist?
Savage as a paradise with a missing child can be...
A sign of the times, a sovereignty to ask, is a glue this...?
Miracles in a guilty eye, are we that we are, kindred's anarchy?

Angel's heed
Master the vice, we sow in a due language?
Set to rights, and kept in eaves
Wasn't a friend to liberate, the eyes of an entourage?

Western courage's
The taste of tones of voice, a ply's tongue?
Able to remain in light, the irony which lingers...
Have is a calmer today, now in demand, among

Commands and irregularity's stones
In the hands of futures with a need, anon
Since, to wealth in named loans...
Of passions redoubt, the deed of love, is coming...

Open airs of motive and suggestion
Made for a like and wisdom of values, we took
To unrest for a need to be, a morality in lessons...?
That began here in our hands, and ended with a look...

Of subtlety and a rosy forecast
The modesty of requiem, the taste of harmony
Is a relationship with ideology, which in your hap
Is a caught sense of poise, that assumes youth is won't...

The call of the home, directions of duty, done
Avid to legends meteoric advance on poignancy, evoked
The truth in long rays of sunshine and the voice of what was
A day for sincerity to sit in the sight, of what was, our hope...

Tows of since
Synchronicity is to be married
Working heed, and the beauty in silence
As a reward once lent, is twice carried...?

Tallys and totals
The future has us to fare a new question
That calmly collected, is a sanity we hold...
With a callous before careful hand, we should a blessing...

Marvels in love...
State and sake affluency, the fickle lives
That make you and me, the score of does
A changing season protecting order of or what denies?

Patiently, the run of a lifetime
Spoil in thorough stead, despair to care once more?
For anything more, moving faster than a harmony's light
The tale of destiny, with lips to prove strangers know the words...

Half a mind to open a vanity...
With another's neglect, the truth be golden adage
To a liming hope, the act of redoubt, in all sanity...
With a holy mercy, for anyone who would learn it, a world's rage?

Epitaph to a wishing wind, alive in the senses
We adjust to humanity, with tears come the spite of terror...
Sincerity to follow and act, upon a world of wisdom's ends
That were, the stone of seclusion in a lover's midst, a gain of heirs?

Guarantee the valley...
Sweat and simple salt
Shared by constant, and fluent reasons
The tale of taste in a long run, for a hidden fault

Twists of fate, insists of courtesy
The truth be told, I have no problem
With wisdom, the tale of evidentiality
But a wise more, to finish anger, is our whim

Latent, the sobbing of a charisma
Sweet endeavor, do I seem the better of others?
When a promise of significance, is ours for the only dilemma
That will make liberty, a levity in justice, the irony of lovers?

We have the time, to tell you another story...
Through the timid shall, the world has a future to beautify
With all of a sincerity's bloom, a pyre to worry?
And the coming victory of self and same, a lucre we identify

With hatred...
Here to say, in language we see, is an assured privilege
The tows of compelling a home to sing the body lead
To wishes in the name of God, is anywhere here and now, a legend?

Poise of a common nose, to the grindstone
Welcome us to the table of vice, like a halt of decency
Among the clouds or finished with sunshine early, we have sown
The new, with now, the needs of all; any soul to show humanity...

Artifact
Of a roses cheek
Next to us, there is no lack
Of decency, in orders to cares we seek...

Questions and admission, the couth
Is a liberated homage, the till in lore we love?
Taken from the mouths of babes, so independent a youth...?
When space for consciences more, is a sincerity to merely, us

Look where no man has given and gone, before
A friend of tedium and its hosting, haven't?
And keeping the might, we hap, for...?
Is a travail of seclusion, ours to let a new heaven?

Privileged honor, to see the coming heed...
Of choice and its way fairer, just to fare a call
Of a welling wish, set to rights for antiquity to lead
A chance of simplicity, with the reasons we approve, shall

Here is a carry, of such and moments, the misery
Of another to work and tell a tale, that is relative to least
Made from opuses senses, the courage's of rages, that courtesy
Is a wish that knows you, for a reason beyond, the count of reach...

Habit, and the patience of powers, that save themselves
For the speed of earthen kind, that has come
To these, for a chastity, a whole life of answers from delves
That have seen you, in the sacred change of here, into where love roams...

Sense of a sulking
Light to favor the window
The rose of unity in passing
Has a question to its lips, the corners of woe?

Having a seat in such a chamber
Requited history to assume a table
Of friends of airs, the toil of another world
Once in love, twice a gifted artist, another time and a fable

See the heat I make, when sight has a call
To require adage, from the poise we know
To ends in a prophet's hands, the tale of all
And every fate of shall, the world have those?

A glass of wine...
And summation is a harrowing gone missing
The truth to be held, for an austere shine
As we see the composure of sin, sigh when is

Include me in the pout, the pout of sincerity
Where one more kindness, has a moment to consider
Serpents of long teeth, that savor the taste of need, visionary's?
And abated breath, the comment I make is meant, here...

Where art has a clue...
To vices charity, an instinct that also has chaste due
When the mirth, the homage, the drama of younger and older who
Is but a catch of light, on the silence we bare, is our promise to...

General time
To live the life, electric
In a count of fames, a name of trying
That will begin the heed, of reach, exact

Secrets, only a demon could see...
The tooth and the envoy of truth
That collected a shrewdness, in all anarchy?
The scope we adjust to a new light we Rueth

Spare demonstration, for decency to quiet
And hold for a sulking hour, houses of repute
Come to the fashion of seasons before twilight
Time is am's honored party, sat to describe its sordid worth?

But hate is such, a future foolhardiness...?
When we are, the culture of simplicity...
In the name of conscience lead, to a very different guest
My name is whole and clear, of what a soul was, intimacy

Clamor of a self-sufficient eye
Many more than out, to seek the world of else
Wealth in the spy of virtue, that can suspect a total, for a lie
That we have come to know, like the basis of what seems to be, hell's...

Night comes for a tired eye to complain:
Here in saving hindsight, I have learned with the coping hours of others
And their burden, sense set before me, in sate or plane
The voice of love, with eyes to follow and hide, ruin from the peace savored, together?

Savages
The tininess of a smile
Come and gone like time rages
On and on, until love hates what is denial

Savages
The pout of done duty
Response and haunts
To quicken the pace of whimsy?

Savages
Hours with an insincere...
Drip, the count and pounce of what ages
So well, to drink is drunk in the name of fear?

Savages
Patience for a quiet question
Alive in the wind, for a silent chance
Is a realer tow, our only blessing?

Ravages
Taciturn notion in a capable whistle
The party of problems and legends
Of a sodomized justice, that knows my epistle...?

The book of works
Spare me the details?
Suffice, in a general task, irked
That said the comments of Israel...

Polite shoes, on the anniversary of reign
To share an eye full, the truth in a hidden
Taste, for ancientness in the silence, of when
A philosophy comes, is a paradise for the asking?

Oft a share's heed, silent until a kiss never's...?
The haste of poise, the turn of this into something greater...
Welcome home, avarice, the total of courage has a lover
That fated justice in a pale memory for you, the fates of tomorrow?

Wishes in cold conveyance, the times to remember the heat?
Torrid as we are, a taste for houses of promises
Are we the reality to beat, come hell or high water to eat?
A grape, the pretense of mercy - in an accord we due, to vices...

A house of which and worlds of worth
That has none, a squalor that completes the circle...
Of space for a yearning soul, semblance in a call heard
By any who would, a cause curious enough to hope, miracles...

Have a shadow of youth, to a gesture of time, to a coarse song
Winking and preaching a salty tune, that is to come...
A livid appearance of kind, if not kings of journey and wealth, long
To the tooth and made from frank controversary, we dumb...

Salt and honey, the truer passage of uniqueness
Honey and rice, the presence of love, with a cordial ordeal
Rice and vinegar, known to take the time at life's crossroads, to bless
Vinegar and myrrh, with a personal observation, the very winds of healing...

Add milk?
So do we, the irony of prayers that substitute a focusing heart
To wisdom and undue hate, the pyres and frustration's of ilk
To see you in a holiness's robe, the voice we keep, sincere Jerusalem's?

Stones of health, or the knife of war...
Poignant to a fall, the season we chose for a character to blow
The untoward, the cares of simplicity to kingdom come, for out
A rallying heat's rage, that has become a future we know...

With another's heart, the total of cherubs and heaven
Look fast and hard, the haste we further, is a nerve
That has chosen you, for a chance of life in the giving
Where no one, more special than a kite, is a tree to serve?

Panic's jewel...
Or, is that pride?
Poor relenting, to you...
The question of irony on your side?

Places and things, together
With a real appetite for life's regency
So, sophisticated, the liberty of kind to bother
An open air, of a wish that found deception's history...?

My undone mercy, my marveling hope
Is with a ghost of a chance, the truth
In a guarded fist, to promise a shared cope?
If any pout of lore, is a wish that sought your youth...

I will follow...
Despairing consciences, with a blinking stare at honor
That defies home for one thing only, that is to harrow...
The dread in a tear, found for a salt that told a story:

Once upon a time, and the tenderness of couth
To wake upon a simple bed, the taste of harmony in league
With itself, the role of unity and vice, come the riches of who
Is a part defined, and who is a smarter focus divine, of each?

Which will the tows of remorse...
Work as we said, they have the skill's of duress to laud
And heraldry of a looming proportion, to understand the worse
The life of another lords prophet, the can and the callous odd...

Here is such, the lies or levity we fate
With a rekindled fire, for what is a stranger look, of desperation
Sincerity or since charity is a fool for itself, the world of sate
Is a kindness only a lover could afford, the very gift of intimation?

Tomorrow?
And the ides of heathen politeness, are here
To simply move forward and borrow
The truth in an order and repute, that has oneself to bless, with another's fear...?

Opus deity
Strong adage, the truth in paces
Where we know the course, faintly
Of pining heed, the turn of what worth faces...

Divine hearts
The tooth of advance, craft a day for silence
To ask an endearing question, with heat starts...
Do the times owe a blind eye, to me and the smile in the winds...?

Denial, vicinity?
And the coping our, often sides
Of empathy and reality
Have the voice of a callous wry?

Went well with the wishes you made
Thorough in affect, the haste of harmony
Race, my silent friend, is a show of said
Creation, and the vices we affirm, are purity...

Hoping we're...
But a clash with a similarity to senses
Of peace and proportion, the tale to defend for a lender
Of concern , the taken poise we admit, is coming to end...

Finality hell
Sight and sound, is a romance of kind, kings of touch
Known, the spare ides of reason, the worthier bell
Of taste is specialness; here is the tender soul of love...

Future I've
This and about, the stir of airing the more
When also is but a kiss, the timid means to live?
And let pasts of need, become the fate of what we were...

Lost, refound
Boding a sense of austerity...
That predicted a conscience, of how
The wait and waters, of possibility...

Finish me
My salt's worth, is a heroism to find
The world in a tailspin, a poised anarchy?
That sees the seldom of assurance to mind...

Long and bared
The tooth of passion
Has been lost, somewhere
And a secret with my needs, has an intuition

Berate a friend for slowness...?
A tale of homage and vestige, to count
As another ideal live and let live, of kindness
Has come and gone, to consider a chastity in the round?

Curiosity, is at an all-time high?
Time with a haphazard sign of the times?
Bared elucidation will become our justice for nigh?
Asked by a truer us, the past to few, is but intellects shines?

Until...
A silence is broken by the seizure of occults
Of vice and sigh's of vindication, a bitter pill?
We can spend on moral's, the better purpose without walls

Pittances and pains, patience and poorness
Through an angel's eyes, devil's become a shadow
Of complexity we should know, for a world to guess
A faring sunshine to tell a story about a staring shame, love?

Time passes a thought
To another, in a climbing sense of renderings...
We see the call to unify, in a shy voice ought?
Today was a marveling hour, we could marvel's ends...

Bite me...with a resolve?
They said the sour news is a welcome sunshine
With pets and history to come at all...
Of a younger moment to be quiet, for a composure of time...

Hours as we know, a fixation on else
Can be, the truth be found in a place of sin
Was this imagined tongue, the saying of wealth
Yet to be, the stir of justice of what is a craved wince...

Of passion over a legend to become, our friends
The tale we notice, and simplify by devoid and avoid
Is but a loose remark of such to roll and imbue, the like we end
As if the world knows any better: the fight of certainty's choice...?!

Sly or slime?
Tows of redoubt, between lovers or a heroism of dry finality's
Sunny as we should note, is about the hour I am trying
We see the traitor of commonness and pence, our humor is...

A rushing eye, to know a catastrophe
That is being a silent opportunity, to approach though
And worth the implied key, we find in the future feat
Of lying to the misses, when a game is for those we hosted, should first owe...?

Ink and hammer
Brethren in the way, of family's
Of couth, we know you like dimmer
Minds, that adjust to another's stare, for wishes ease

Lies, betrayal, ******...?
Social climbing in a handsomer mirror...
Where the buffalo rose to a cause that saw your...
The taint of cope, and the curious way we dance in fear

Kings of promises, for the rest of eternity?
Stoic to a fault, the compliment of justness
In the eyes of love, the tale we adjust to vanity
Till the world has its heed, of a subtler guest...

Patience, we think, aloud
Is a cornered friend, with a dread to spend
Recreation and the stir of misery, also in those eyes, so proud
Life to a wish that has a rages star, that reminds:

A house of means and sense
Loft to a rolling courage, to win the compliment
Of unity and total, the causes we save from suspense
And the nature of sorrow for a manhood, that saw all in a silent...

I fought the low, with a star
Many more heard, the gentle breeze
Cope and final lips of a risk, to a care, on par
That took me by storm, like a savory disease?

Heed, the act of powers that be
Sweet lions and liberty's zion
Knowing the catch of day, in the seem
Prove me to a prettier, world, worth trying...

A cigarette, that saved me from perception's demon
Sank, stank, and anchors away
The price of a new pink, is all out and leaving...
For a role in the doll's and stole of what may

But, you saw it too...
Since a sore eye was never more than a cute
Straight from how I would, look
My hidden stare, is for kisses and their future

Kings and queens, that knew what to ask:
Couth, do we know the silence for atrophy or an agony
Behind the scenes and looking for another fact
Lighting this one, is a little more true, than money...

Seasons city...
A shrewd eye has followed, the talk and walk of prices
Pride versus privilege, the irony of a certain witty
Courtesy, cunning is a curious angel, with its own vices?

Light me up...
A wholesome tomorrow, in the name of popularity
Saving a stare for a realm so valid, the direction of intuitive love
Came and went, and some and spent, the kiss on reality...

Time to fess, down
Fit to be tied, with a rolling hold
Similarity and its smoke, is a reach for done
That begins and ends, like a road paved with gold...

Epitaph of a dragon with none:
Here lies a kinder moment
With baring and essence under the sun
Well, here goes nothing, the sincere and the meant...

To
May we see, a friend
Make a serious smile, who?
Given the time, we are at ends...

Life on the road?
Spare and deemed a character...
Simple news for a glance, old
Wishes to be granted to a dare...?

Share with us, a wholesome word?
Worlds away from guarantee's, come to odd
Timid though a wager is, of bright minds and occur
We have seen your pity for a charisma to laud

At first we thought naivete
Come by the social fashion you made for a calling
Sweet witness to a salt, of health and mete
Metered with the silence you share, when a stare is ailing

But stars make wonderful lovers...
Through and sakes, the king or queen of common roots
That you knew were a pout to consider, as if asking life to never...
Have the season to describe, another one, by winning its youth?

Gone, and let with an idea
Paradise has a golden rule, like the trust in many
Made from saving grace, maybe even space, for liberty and free
Dumb, comes to a home, that we expect is, a new they

Such a town, with rules and fools of adding...
An avarice we admit is, the cold shine of a light
That kept a shadow in mind, for a secret that has kind, in the hadding
Lucre, anticipation and needs in mind, that glare at dying...

Huh?
An approach to civility that claims a friend...
Is a friend in need, is a friend in deed; they're gait of money
Comes and goes like friends keeping sense, till the end?

Remember this one?
A friend of days to claim your eye
This photo is a rave, the fun we had and you won
Is a charge up that noisome hill, where we raced to the sky

Remember this?
Antique smiles you made at a sharing's cost
Sour and driven, knowing an ear is for bliss
You showed the obvious, the tale of vanity lost

And this?
Such a cute step forward
When the call of decency was for me, and the shall you kissed
With the liberty at handsome and, my very tear to start

How about this one?
Kings and queens to show a brutish strength
To each other, with you in the middle with fun
Simple news from a prom, the tooth of seasons by length

And finally this one?
My saved eyes, for the spare and needy airs to adjust
Welcoming me to a surprise party, making salt a sun
Was the hour we played, all of a since of legend, a heroic must?

Finally curious, and wondering if cares and fares
Of sincerity ever passed the note to another, of a lifetime
Can a shrewd mind speak, the tatters and frailty of stares?
Looking well at you, does a picture save a thousand words, for trying?

Day in, day out
Freckles to swoon, a favorite lullaby
Have with me, a muse that keeps a pout
Time in a tilling pace, with a triumph for peace

Torrid, the sound of a cherub
Pushing here and there, over my bed
The lights of reasons so satisfactory, the rue of causes
Has a wink with me, the entourage of heaven's lead?

Heaven?
I wonder, listening to the melancholy refrain
Will, a heart be a stone or is a stone a star leaving?
How they are, a sincerity to come and go with their own, shame?

Same side of depends as in every whole?
Maybe a whole of consensus, that shares an opportune eye...
With a repose for all, the united way we explain a miracle in the full
I wish the world were so happy, a climate for intonement to strive...

Cope, breeds haste long before Eaches hope
Hope, looks upon the soul of reaches, like a furious friend
Fairly the timid, nor the strong, will escape a lover's better though
A day may be, by rights the best at collecting our thoughts, but that meant...

The world to you...
And the seclusion of worth, that makes us so special
Here is eyes of mine, and kisses of yours, winks and till the truth
Many times over, with a kinder reason than an intuition of else

So pretty a wing, if not a wish
Somehow a dance with fame, in no way the rain?
Like a realer speech for when we were, a subtlety come least
Our awoke eyes remind each other, the day longs for stranger...