Persuasion in differing tones...
Of voice, when no one is ever more than fun
Sinking feelings and inheritance of a question, moans
Will a silences signature, become the order of some?

Fun, and the stir of liberty in the shade
Wasn't a call to heed, adding the mystique of need
The courting of baring another such, for fate
To a challenging hour, the candor of when a sight leads...

Leads you to wishes, of a world without shame
Today and finality, a character in jest and tow, the purity
Of capability if a dancing lore, that loves to find a name
In its hands for another, dance that is, not the hell of disparity

Seriously, the charity of composure, if not cope
True to its own, and the allegiance of might over heart's matter
Today is a walk in the park, with a christened hope
To look and see, the idea of purpose and challenge, to add here...

By the way, where has chastity been?
Seething pain of misery in haps direction, the irony of folk
And their craving for a mutual understanding of deem
That has asked you in no uncertain terms, is a reason to smile, a blessing in the yolk?

Hands in a romantic pocket
Fresh eyes that claim a number
Penny's and dirt, the thanks of selfish lockets
Taken from an embarrassed, quiet, to become humbler...

Fright of a lifetime
The roses and the smile in an alabaster cake
To reach for a nimble childhood, a curiosity trying
Of cares in callous circles, the problems we make...

Sovereign, the taste in a marveling cloak...
To rhyme and play in the rain, see me suggest a today
And a character of honor in its throe, too many pokes...?
To be a waiting house without a key, the intellect we may...

A home with a reckoning list, the thread of disdain
To tell a story in familiar language, the risen kinds?
And hopes all in a row, that collect the world for any
Who would serve the might, the tight way we require minds?

Tomorrow in an angry stare
Wealth and bastion, taken for another fool, to ends resolute
The best of wests and the couth, of a question left to arguably a care
Meant with so many more yesterdays, are we the left side of known good?

Set in a frequent circle
Penny pinched, pun's to rhyme
Welcomed yet, to a readied table
The truth of summation and kind

Lore accepts a foremost seat
Through the mix of light and paces
We see friends become the irony to meet
A sensibility, of culture to confirm, we are color's praises

Just a reminder, black and white make separate ides
Until the cold shine of history has it to prove
Waiting and saving the about of a collective heed, shied
Characters know the common, for a wealth meant to be shared, due

Purple is a forward thinker, be it sense or nothing above the board
Brown can become a better here and now, the tale of a wishes fire
Red is the renown of its patience, that wish is a smile long before a sword
Orange to prove it out right, with a callous voice of determination that undertook the right, higher

Yellow was forever waiting, the notion to serve a cause the preeminence of good tidings
Green set to rue, the works of powers and privilege, a hap that knows further
Blue for a sincere approach, of what remedy we keep, for a length of righting
Careful as this may seem, or due a kiss of neglect's fortune, we are the asking's heard there

Color, callous or obligated
Knows the wealth of a friend, until stares make oddity
Tensive and comparing, the soul of sense infatuated
The problems of merit and its mortal coil, letting a song become its own, fancy

Gift's all in line
Harrowed but honored
Gift's tied with twine
Half of all known, for...

Speed in a lore to you
Sweet water and the marvel of salt
In a human ring, the truth we do
The truth we have, and know is a fault

If sin ever comes to dance
Powers in love, with a new man
A new plan, for what keeps even, to an instance
With pining lip's and living perhaps, is all can

What is contrary thought, when a savior goes by?
Long talks in front of the fire, with a bit of who'se
The right old and frank, justice in sully and lye?
Long talks indeed, with a marvel for you, youth

Abc's, the truth we saw, begin here
With a faerie and a staring hope, the concern
Of watches and witches, to understand we're
A love in passing hope to a better earn to learn

Older considering can uses reach
For a word to the wise, as if a redoubt is the blessing
Gift's with a moment to spare, come by each
The next sense of didn't, a worthy sincerity lest we mean...

Works of popularity
Finish in a careful way, sense
And a secret weigh, of purpose for a city
Judges and all of a stone, will such defend?

The limits we make, for curiosity and its wealth, somber
As a fresh eye in the rain to remember all and more
Through a passion for what we call so much, humbler
The taken chaste, the opus of a dance with minds that course...

Carrying the house, for a reaching flower
Sitting in a placid pool, to remember why
Acting the fool to a worshipping mirror, with no time for sour
Promising a shadow of war, the times are a guarantee in the embarrassed sky

Maxim, and the total of response
Their ordeal of language, and the pipe of summation
Is a question left on the lips of redoubt, the chin of a haunt
Continuing with a count, that is a clue to arguably, the tradition

Why do we laugh?
When all of a song and its tender singer, is looking away
The tired eyes of composure, and the tale of all in a day, cough's
Like the instinct of a future who, is to confirm the irony, we stay?

A premonition of couth, and the taste in a happier day...
Made from silence's dreamt, the thanks of another guardian
With peace in mind, saving any hour like a sharing fate
An included fist, and a noble wave, with safety in a bottle, forming...

Oil and dates
So sweet, to remember avid
The doll's and drum's, we fate
With a babbling kiss, in a hand hid

Preeminent, the couth of a night
Letting the hopeful seem, a better call
To envision a chance, pretty to might
And handsome to wishes that fate all

Promises to hurry by
Catching on character's same
When worth is to be, a clash of why
Can't a harmony seek a fated name

Fated to tell the story
Of a care set adrift
In the water's of conscience, condition and query
Forth a form of reason's, we take to eyes to lift

A thankful poise
A chancing here and now, with ever in mind
A challenge to us, the bother of choices
Adding honor, with a curiosity's kind

Likewise I'm sure
Being a sporadic and callous fate
Through the envy of the wind, to brace and save curiosity
The language of money has appeared, with a comely sate

Busy is the name of the game
Burden is the count of hand and some
Belief is a rendering hope, to season a wakeful fame
Being is a question left to autonomy, the ire's of whole and done

Seeing the condone, the fruit of poise...
Will a shrewd or subtlety of composure
Seek the charisma of another, the order of clash or choice?
The priority of dignity has become, the selection of purity...

Invite it in...
And save the seldom, with a rise of condition
Make the ilk of compromises, the ordeal of silence
And know their friendship in the step of stead, is fruition...

Notions to excel, nations to weal
The richness of opportunity, is a waiting conversation
Of comparison to endurance, that if a question to heal
Was a night of decency and resolution archaic enough, to lend or lead mellifluent sin?

Paces of moments, and the craving of a brand new day
Taken to exception in the now, the benign to tell a wiser tale
Of wishes and summations speed, seen in the cause of may
The integrity of psyche, that has spent the reach of prowess, with a need's dream to never fail?