WINE AND GATES
A Memory Of Tree's And Decision's Bird...
Bared to forms, bested to norms...?
Select your proper patience's, well
The tooth and the sincerity to discourage?
Well to make a pleasing hand, to remember biding by the bell...
Being a salty roam, the few and the soul of advancing smiles
Will a shared have, be, the proven taste of a honored intimacy?
Back and forbid the moment's, when we seek a bitter denial...
Of turns and name's of corruption, that have taken the world to indignity?
Blossoms of virtue, confused by the incoming light
Simplicity sees is a relationship with truth, until kind is mindfulness sharing
Might and the sighted need, of another seclusion of what was right
And what was the neglect of pasts of given heed, a weal of doting and caring?
Tenaciously, a waiting worth, walled by the silence of the sun?
Sour, our admitted first, the tale of superiority to quiet the nerves of friendship...
Part and patience, the innermost suggestion of a new eye with it to imagine, a legend won
With the heroism we attune, and know can, the instinct's of wealth and tendered religion
What does this mean?
A hopeful man and woman with time on their hands...
A preparation of suddenness in the land, and its history, come and been
Is the viable offering of destiny for a changing season, where even the muse is, a soul running
Select your proper patience's, well
The tooth and the sincerity to discourage?
Well to make a pleasing hand, to remember biding by the bell...
Being a salty roam, the few and the soul of advancing smiles
Will a shared have, be, the proven taste of a honored intimacy?
Back and forbid the moment's, when we seek a bitter denial...
Of turns and name's of corruption, that have taken the world to indignity?
Blossoms of virtue, confused by the incoming light
Simplicity sees is a relationship with truth, until kind is mindfulness sharing
Might and the sighted need, of another seclusion of what was right
And what was the neglect of pasts of given heed, a weal of doting and caring?
Tenaciously, a waiting worth, walled by the silence of the sun?
Sour, our admitted first, the tale of superiority to quiet the nerves of friendship...
Part and patience, the innermost suggestion of a new eye with it to imagine, a legend won
With the heroism we attune, and know can, the instinct's of wealth and tendered religion
What does this mean?
A hopeful man and woman with time on their hands...
A preparation of suddenness in the land, and its history, come and been
Is the viable offering of destiny for a changing season, where even the muse is, a soul running
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A Memory Of Tree`s And Decision`s Bird...
A Memory Of Tree`s And Decision`s Bird...
