WINE AND GATES
Does Prayer See Your Hello, Or Your Old Lead?
actual time
the nearer to tomorrow
seen for a question to a placid dream, trying
the sorrow in your eyes, for a stranger day with a question to borrow
worth infinitely more, the since with out end
turns of cold shoulders into a happier deed
souls with sophisticated know, know a hardship for the fruit, on the mend
callous or answered with love, the stir of energies in our need
paces of fury, thoughts to the kind and slyer by knowing
the tale of frustration in the more, of misery to live again with else
hateful was the eye, of dreadful neglect and the tired innocence of growing
talk of youth's, speak of the devil, shame knows us by the side of there, little
more than you...
and to a mercy in causes sought, to well and worth in works of sheer might or must
the tenacity of conscience, is a caring house beyond the none, sitting real, who?
is to be a candor of form in the same earthen stare we acknowledge to begin thus
fascination, to hear the smile of done, the acceptance of risen mine
towardness, come for seasons of corners and the how in warm embrace, is a lip to survive?
manifest, to offer the courage of anything greater by the nature of thine
assumption, come the wellness of another human being, to simplicity is the gift of give?
easy to know
had like a heart that has enough, time
the paces of suggestion in the praise, of peaceful owe
we haven't the vanity of anyhow amid us, the now to find ourselves in merely trying...
the nearer to tomorrow
seen for a question to a placid dream, trying
the sorrow in your eyes, for a stranger day with a question to borrow
worth infinitely more, the since with out end
turns of cold shoulders into a happier deed
souls with sophisticated know, know a hardship for the fruit, on the mend
callous or answered with love, the stir of energies in our need
paces of fury, thoughts to the kind and slyer by knowing
the tale of frustration in the more, of misery to live again with else
hateful was the eye, of dreadful neglect and the tired innocence of growing
talk of youth's, speak of the devil, shame knows us by the side of there, little
more than you...
and to a mercy in causes sought, to well and worth in works of sheer might or must
the tenacity of conscience, is a caring house beyond the none, sitting real, who?
is to be a candor of form in the same earthen stare we acknowledge to begin thus
fascination, to hear the smile of done, the acceptance of risen mine
towardness, come for seasons of corners and the how in warm embrace, is a lip to survive?
manifest, to offer the courage of anything greater by the nature of thine
assumption, come the wellness of another human being, to simplicity is the gift of give?
easy to know
had like a heart that has enough, time
the paces of suggestion in the praise, of peaceful owe
we haven't the vanity of anyhow amid us, the now to find ourselves in merely trying...
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Does Prayer See Your Hello, Or Your Old Lead?
Does Prayer See Your Hello, Or Your Old Lead?