WINE AND GATES
Liberty Told, This House Is For Wonderful...
manifest season
in my eye, to count for a child
the stir of energies, in the wherefore and the gleaming
the build of surreal identity, your history for a mild...
or so we think, the tooth of long fellows of long nights
the chastity of reasons in the fist of honored means
we told the needs of grace, to be for a secluded version of might's
we told the jesus of nations, to be for an included vision of anarchy
Indians told it one better, a vow of conclusions to the might of a family
the richness of heaven's pockets, made for a look see of a rathering few
in the surprise of a dragonish lip, the culture of sense to begin with an eave
where have the eyes of misery been, the climbing sun should, the heart of could
I see a pretty thing in the summer, the loves of wonder in the salt of curiosity
I see a beckoning reach for courage in fall, the lesson of wages of the winds liberty
I see a precise litany in the begun work of winter, the whether or the yearn of oddity
I see a joy of selection of burdens in the spring, to finish the thought of essentiality
this child has come of age
for the fate of issues of men and women, for the newness of causes
where the language of form and the expression of love, is all to know, the seeming rage
of careful ordeal with a placement for an aging ideal, known only as a quest of evening laws
where by we know the moon
in the still advancing wield of sincerity we claim as our own
to be a life in toward conscience, even the sameness of anger's soon
the blessing of concern, is a legend onto itself, the power to simplify moments
in my eye, to count for a child
the stir of energies, in the wherefore and the gleaming
the build of surreal identity, your history for a mild...
or so we think, the tooth of long fellows of long nights
the chastity of reasons in the fist of honored means
we told the needs of grace, to be for a secluded version of might's
we told the jesus of nations, to be for an included vision of anarchy
Indians told it one better, a vow of conclusions to the might of a family
the richness of heaven's pockets, made for a look see of a rathering few
in the surprise of a dragonish lip, the culture of sense to begin with an eave
where have the eyes of misery been, the climbing sun should, the heart of could
I see a pretty thing in the summer, the loves of wonder in the salt of curiosity
I see a beckoning reach for courage in fall, the lesson of wages of the winds liberty
I see a precise litany in the begun work of winter, the whether or the yearn of oddity
I see a joy of selection of burdens in the spring, to finish the thought of essentiality
this child has come of age
for the fate of issues of men and women, for the newness of causes
where the language of form and the expression of love, is all to know, the seeming rage
of careful ordeal with a placement for an aging ideal, known only as a quest of evening laws
where by we know the moon
in the still advancing wield of sincerity we claim as our own
to be a life in toward conscience, even the sameness of anger's soon
the blessing of concern, is a legend onto itself, the power to simplify moments
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Liberty Told, This House Is For Wonderful...
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