WINE AND GATES

Taming The Lamb If The Lion, In The Land?

Mine?
Mere in far away corner's...
Of elan and the suit of justice to kind
To know the veracity of a love, to wake and seem, the eye warmer?

Joy seeks my heart, for an hour and a step forward...
Complete to inclusion for sincerer taste?
The rue of succinctness in lore, to wish the risks of solitude, so hard
So heard, by the frown of superiority, that some know the distance of haste

Clarity now
The voice of presumption, the choice of guidance to gift's
Of clemency in a happenstance, if not a lap of ought to allow?
The reach of reason in sour ear's, and the role of beseechment as if, as if?

Cunning, complication, consistency, or just plain comely...
The light of a notoriety for a friendship, is a work of decency to youth
With the many and the might of misery, we know, is a blessing of what was known, about liberty
Advanced unction, and the weal of presence to mind, the past of, roaring, at couth?

Searching for lion's, in the moment's of untoward history, with a passion for need?
The reality of a handsome clash, with the season of opportunity
Taken to worth, we seek the lived reproach of concern, as a finish to the pale, of we'd...
Compromise and finite truth to underwhelm a tongue of future sensitivity to history?

Any sophistication worth its home, is a reach for the flower of seldom?
By the times and the universiality of guile's crime's...?
The wall of comfort and stir of reckoning in the heired behalf, of possibility won?
By the voice of another, that has life in decision's fewed, like courage's of earning the rhyme?


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Taming The Lamb If The Lion, In The Land?

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