Weighted
For home, to see any fated
Light, and its heart...?
Worth without, a coping all to start...?

So, waited...
Has a view, of harmony sated
An inclining deem of reason...
Sat in a heat's shadow, to endure a desire's season?

Quiet forces
Witnessing, an acquiring sense of worsens...
Has the youth, for are's demonstration
Poignancy and burden, love, precisely my notion...

The awakening sun
Promising any moment with the truth, won
Twain is a parables pardon
For what cares love, has become...

The sanctified night?
With almost, the belly of always, right...
Sense of a serious less, given a sighs guest to many ways
Are we to dance well under the stars, if a shine of liberty, mays?