WINE AND GATES

Watching The Show From A Woman's Angel

penny to push?
theater of arts fantastic
the beginning of the show, hush
the tradition of low and out, epic

where the breeds of men have a sigh
the candor of vaunted eyes in love
with the mouth of comparison, for out why
is a soul of courage that does

when we still, the fury's of intuition
the try of omniscience for a lot
is our face of guile in the mists of the human
condition, the force of common thought

smiles all around, if a lamb is a sweet thing
for the mention of risk, and the grace to know a bidden take
on the nature of simplicity in its swing
the right to a chide, a wried, a fight, a height to make

since the lips of the horizon have become a drive for not's
these, the lords of communion know the salt of liberty engage
should I ever shed a tear for life in the bread of anger, this eye wrought
is a where the fair to care, a rhyme that does entertain rage as a patience

like a bravery to act upon the seclusion of infusion
them toes, of virtue and the caring burden to fulfill
in seek is what we are, the prayer for outward notion
to give for a pace of chances containing the breath of will


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