the good toppest lustre of the day
the brave hulk which makes hay
These adherent shining through blames
our pure ambrosial saints not flames
we are the good choldren with glare
our color candytuft shift blur
these souls have a new odour today
the young beautiful flash to play
post passion past move on the song
the uniform dances listen to the flowers wrong
but our fruit bloom the path of fashion
happiness blossom the rainbow nation
we are like blood washing through the rails
of a sweeping banister unfolding tales
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 5:42 AM UTC
the good toppest lustre of the day
the brave hulk which makes hay
These adherent shining through blames
our pure ambrosial saints not flames
we are the good choldren with glare
our color candytuft shift blur
these souls have a new odour today
the young beautiful flash to play
post passion past move on the song
the uniform dances listen to the flowers wrong
but our fruit bloom the path of fashion
happiness blossom the rainbow nation
we are like blood washing through the rails
of a sweeping banister unfolding tales
this poem praises the youth
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