Tale to tell
Three piggies
Wearing a suicide, like a feat of hell
And the rage of a wolf, with a prayer between liberty's
A spidery breeze...
Aled to allure, the *** of repose
Come curious, my sincerity is an avid squeeze...
Compare me to silence, a need confirming those
Days end, in a savoring grasp
With the eyes of time, to these we tell a different story
Places of wishing hours, with the grace to live at last
With the flesh of light, comes a drama let, never sorry...
The pride, the copious sorts
When the world has a patience for your gifts
Subtle is the crave of possibility, to try, in short
The eyes of heaven have lent us, and an eye lifts...
A world of voices and presiding choices...
That collects itself, to a fury of poise, live lover
The awakening hunger we make, is a now's more
In the belly of worth, we have seen a creation overt...
Pretty as a picture, pity in a turn of cheek?
That has said the adding wink, of a salty memory
That has me by a quiet song, merit in the place of world's seek
Here is your purpose, under the very light's we know, are your story
photographers in love, sometimes gave pop, pop, izz, izz...