Sing with the wind
Ask sunshine, is a favored pretend
Uttered from the lips, of asking's sin?
Here in the name of joy, are we terror to lend?

Add the heroism, I'd come forward
Simple as a right mercy, moons and sun's of doubt
Throw a kissed, angel to me, with a sweeter pardon
Look hard, for your ghost's thumb, I am no pout...

Salt in a wound, is still a remembering sound...
One-two, beauty is frequent, for oddity's to show...
Three-four, the cares of cadence, and its sibling how...
Five-six, has adored the sit, of a shine in the know...

Seven-eight, wood or water, we see the creation...
Nine-ten, go back and due it with a bracing, gain-saying...
Is a reality of chances, to accept a wisdom's intimation?
This eave, of decisions and clamor is a joy praying...

Are you deaf, the world has turned...
Its little deed into a rage of avarice, that has a tongue
Tooth enough, for a lip to be never burned
By the heat of the sun, where an ashes, will cost you home...

By the tidings of sharing, I see you...
The poor and the adored, if not a dance of words
Alive in the stare of misery, with one more integrity to
Keep another distance of liberty's choice, of love's angel heard...