Tradition's all

An absence reversed Beheld Belonging Fuming lush greenery seemingly Between the frothing Soup and lather twinkling Speaking "Tradition may act dishonestly" All and sundry Trails along merrily For traditionally All is how it should be Belonging to one and only. Binding A trade between the thin lines A baking sheet made sprayed messy Artists in threes Shakers of mountains for invisible ease The truth is simply Things done traditionally All-in consuming historically. Flesh Released Is fresh Relief Hidden in the fabric's sleeve A gaping passage of air and breeze Racing electricity Breathtaking silk from worms And worms eaten by birds Tradition Sewing the dresses of Empress the third. Halt Her plea worth salt and sugar Still Like the skater's Minted odour Hope Distances the valleys low dipped to the everlasted rivers Where a time arrives for eternal celebration. The embellishments of Unwavered tradition.

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