By inception towards the end, Same skies same eyes same little lives. Loud and clear some words to hear, Yearned at large by heart so smart. Awful sacred secrets of past deeds, Awesome some senses to strive for the streak.…
Oops! Turned those hot, The days so cold bright. Hey! Are they are? Or a mistaken sight. From the burst they emerged, A pleasing ocean of heart. From the foaming stream, Cursing nature of emotion. Simple, lively, true of course,…