Harmony n resemblance
In peace memory recommences
Razing or passing o’er asunder
gentle as a tide or as harsh
We find the will to love
N become suddenly at e loss
For little importance has tha tongue
When only busses and embraces
rancor nd teardrops can talk
Music n muse of mine
Who thou art is determined by the sign
Verse is a breath
a high mountain gust
or e howling winter front
Nonetheless it is beautesque that one
Who during the dance becomes the whole heart
Nd in the bed chamber summons forth the pleasure total
embedded in holy delight
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 5:01 AM UTC
Þis world ain’t so vast and different
From þose found in what’s written
We write grand and tremendous of all þings
Þat we’ve imagined and delved deeply
to try oh so potently tu give revealing
Yet when we look about and just see unobscured and clearly
Unperceiving and wiðout þinking
Giving þe world its chance to speak frankly
It’ll display tragic n pretty
for you n me þose þings most true
Beyond suggestion ann interpreting
Just simply incessant beauty
in an unceasing locomotion
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 4:44 AM UTC