WINE AND GATES
Whether, Worth And Wealth Now's, Please
As shrewd, as appreciation...?
Timid looks and formulaic non - sense?
Acting upon a callous share, in these we dwell silent
Asking only now and again, the powers that be, are a simple friend?
Wounds of time, taken to issues
Of virtuosity, to tame a response
From the marvel's of intimation, the cares we hope would...
Simply the stare of coarse yearning with heat for a haunt?
Styles of reality, at a relapse of condition
True to what was our shade and fade, the toil of dream's
In love with a despairing entourage, the image of couth, begun...
Will the all of us, be as we spoke, a heed for the rue we seem?
Day, in the court of love
Three judges; wonder, wander and world's
Sharing the sunshine, for the hope we encounter, could
We have this seat, for a rise and fruit of conscience, better known as courtesy?
Day's call
Will the estranged form of a silence come forward?
Share with us your might, your sanity's requiem to fulfill
The simplicity we surmise, is a show of fear in essence, arduous?
Day's bread
Shall a face of dismay, know the claim or the same of jealousy?
Here to say, and permit a shred of decency the time of causes lead...
Is a relationship with understatement, the coping hour, or the mention of spite's key?
Day's water
Paces and focus of a new mind, to sit and agree?
We are the duty of poignancy to deliver...
A statement of contemplation, the times are a furious since of reason's
Day's ahead
Truer to ourselves than a worth has seemed, the tarry of oblivion
Is a raging eye, for which no source has ever been found, an intimate kiss
Where have you been the judgment we save, for a silence to appease, even religion?
Day's dream's
Atoned forth praise and its paradise, the privilege of commitment?
We select from a handful of purpose, a harrowing in stead, to devote whim's
To a new honor, the past's health, which is where this antipathy in motion is our lip meant?
Decision
And the role of energy's we knew, to be a cessation in terror and vice
We will tell the common, the tart and the shied few of intuition
To be a kind of many and marvel's that never, and with that kiss, sighed...
Timid looks and formulaic non - sense?
Acting upon a callous share, in these we dwell silent
Asking only now and again, the powers that be, are a simple friend?
Wounds of time, taken to issues
Of virtuosity, to tame a response
From the marvel's of intimation, the cares we hope would...
Simply the stare of coarse yearning with heat for a haunt?
Styles of reality, at a relapse of condition
True to what was our shade and fade, the toil of dream's
In love with a despairing entourage, the image of couth, begun...
Will the all of us, be as we spoke, a heed for the rue we seem?
Day, in the court of love
Three judges; wonder, wander and world's
Sharing the sunshine, for the hope we encounter, could
We have this seat, for a rise and fruit of conscience, better known as courtesy?
Day's call
Will the estranged form of a silence come forward?
Share with us your might, your sanity's requiem to fulfill
The simplicity we surmise, is a show of fear in essence, arduous?
Day's bread
Shall a face of dismay, know the claim or the same of jealousy?
Here to say, and permit a shred of decency the time of causes lead...
Is a relationship with understatement, the coping hour, or the mention of spite's key?
Day's water
Paces and focus of a new mind, to sit and agree?
We are the duty of poignancy to deliver...
A statement of contemplation, the times are a furious since of reason's
Day's ahead
Truer to ourselves than a worth has seemed, the tarry of oblivion
Is a raging eye, for which no source has ever been found, an intimate kiss
Where have you been the judgment we save, for a silence to appease, even religion?
Day's dream's
Atoned forth praise and its paradise, the privilege of commitment?
We select from a handful of purpose, a harrowing in stead, to devote whim's
To a new honor, the past's health, which is where this antipathy in motion is our lip meant?
Decision
And the role of energy's we knew, to be a cessation in terror and vice
We will tell the common, the tart and the shied few of intuition
To be a kind of many and marvel's that never, and with that kiss, sighed...
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Whether, Worth And Wealth Now`s, Please
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