One may wonder how life may end, How rests upon the flowers of the divine. Not for death of daily delays, For living life and living legends. Peace at last from the thunderous world, Put your arms and lay on…
Yet the blank thoughts before eyes they smile, And pick the supervenes of ever awhile. Being flank of despair critics, And appraise flair of happy voices aloud along. Crimson dark destiny and disgrace, Crook paths and rapt ravines in…