WINE AND GATES
Patience For A Sincere Guide To The Years
free to delve
imagine the coy tooth
worth the bitter self
pump the blood of who'th
special people
the right to a more twain
the drive to seek, till
the senses with the right rain
party on the hill
somber voice, to loosen the choice
sugar and lightning, in the will
your name son, is courage to aloose
simple people, simple time
thorough know enough, in the lips of kindness
this rigid rule, is nowhere seen, a rhyme
who is the guest of the wind, to bless
sour feelings and dour doings
the taste of life in the dreams of another
beckoning from the wished for intuition
the very sense of form, in the eyes of bother
ask the birds, asking the earth
where is the God of destiny, if I but fall
here in our minds, and hearts to see a birth
of once and for all
the now and the naked truth
were you a world on fire, for passion
in the terror, the pace to youth
made for a soul ever lasting
so to a little seasons of words
can and be any, the courage to take the sighs
of which we are, the people of deem heard
being, the moment to love, in the conscience kind
imagine the coy tooth
worth the bitter self
pump the blood of who'th
special people
the right to a more twain
the drive to seek, till
the senses with the right rain
party on the hill
somber voice, to loosen the choice
sugar and lightning, in the will
your name son, is courage to aloose
simple people, simple time
thorough know enough, in the lips of kindness
this rigid rule, is nowhere seen, a rhyme
who is the guest of the wind, to bless
sour feelings and dour doings
the taste of life in the dreams of another
beckoning from the wished for intuition
the very sense of form, in the eyes of bother
ask the birds, asking the earth
where is the God of destiny, if I but fall
here in our minds, and hearts to see a birth
of once and for all
the now and the naked truth
were you a world on fire, for passion
in the terror, the pace to youth
made for a soul ever lasting
so to a little seasons of words
can and be any, the courage to take the sighs
of which we are, the people of deem heard
being, the moment to love, in the conscience kind
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Patience For A Sincere Guide To The Years
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