Pretty ought, in the wind's
Of virtue and change, we see in our hindsight
Taken to luck and distance to a persuasion
Hadding the solace of here and how, now is our might

Look at tolerance's eye's...
Simple tradition in love
With story's of choice, and history in question's, to why
Is adding the stir of all and most, our reward for silence discussed?

Taste, the parable of needs
Found in the similarity of toil, a tomorrow with shares
In the said, and from a future soul, which heeds
The fewed honor of viewing the moment's with almost so fair

Hear, the patience of simplicity
To answer a focus of arduous motives, and a sincerity while
The risk of hope to come, consider and moreover, the limit's of anarchy
To wishes we foresaw, have the salutations of ourselves, seldom shyness...

See to wishes we knew...
Have the distinct odor of liberty, in the mar or miracle...
Of a fussy heed, without which, we never lead who
To a likeable sort's, without the can't and the want, of a witnessed till

Saving the misery for last?
Here is a relationship with of, that has the reach of passivity
In the security of other's, known for not, and taken to ought, for ask
The breath of bared utterance of all at last, a spare intimacy...