Misinterpreted

This night is a saw and lawful flaw,

This places a dream and a graceful scream.

Whatever to know, whenever to blow,

This life is all a misinterpreted.

Woe in spade, splice in blade,

That greets, this hand and bulky stand.

Nowhere to believe, everywhere to see,

This life is all a misinterpreted.

This show in the clouds, the silence and loud,

That speak their worth and spurts.

Won’t be chance and someone in a glance,

This life is all a misinterpreted.

This work more violence, alive in silence,

Never less on its part, for the dear who depart.

Wet and the grief and the peace in leaf,

This life is all a misinterpreted.

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