WINE AND GATES
Could A Worldly If Seek A Country's Example?
Chapters in a graceful book
Set to eye, and long in tooth
Meager lividity, totals of grandeur to look
Among its patience's, and know affirmation for what rueth
Paces and beckoning, the role of admittance
To learn the greater score, than a friendship has seen, a right
Of complexity and gall, to care for what is, what ends
Have we made, to know the coming house of decency, by sight...?
Longing, for a future to become like a flower?
Sated with powers to seem, a known kindness that has
The lip's of silence, but a nose for worth, sometimes even sour
Lead to significance with a dare of senses, to know a lucre was our past
Depression, or excitement, the callous resort and reserve for weal?
To strengthen in accuracy, to tell the tale with avidity's eyes
And the share of presence of mind, we accept as a better might, feeling
For the soul of compromise and its justice, a living account of what wizens
For a finality in cold causes, and heated conversation...
Will the granting of a spirit's wish for might, make for resounding service to an ideal?
Or the severity of passion's nightmare, that has the world for an inclination
That ends in the hands of all or one, to this we know the cares we came to heal...
Epitaph, to a survived instinct...?
Greed and its loves, whether they be couth, childhood or change
All grant the wish of chances like a guarantee of the sensibility, we think
Is a challenge of poised guilt to be shown, and judgment's of succinctly more than us, any?
Set to eye, and long in tooth
Meager lividity, totals of grandeur to look
Among its patience's, and know affirmation for what rueth
Paces and beckoning, the role of admittance
To learn the greater score, than a friendship has seen, a right
Of complexity and gall, to care for what is, what ends
Have we made, to know the coming house of decency, by sight...?
Longing, for a future to become like a flower?
Sated with powers to seem, a known kindness that has
The lip's of silence, but a nose for worth, sometimes even sour
Lead to significance with a dare of senses, to know a lucre was our past
Depression, or excitement, the callous resort and reserve for weal?
To strengthen in accuracy, to tell the tale with avidity's eyes
And the share of presence of mind, we accept as a better might, feeling
For the soul of compromise and its justice, a living account of what wizens
For a finality in cold causes, and heated conversation...
Will the granting of a spirit's wish for might, make for resounding service to an ideal?
Or the severity of passion's nightmare, that has the world for an inclination
That ends in the hands of all or one, to this we know the cares we came to heal...
Epitaph, to a survived instinct...?
Greed and its loves, whether they be couth, childhood or change
All grant the wish of chances like a guarantee of the sensibility, we think
Is a challenge of poised guilt to be shown, and judgment's of succinctly more than us, any?
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Could A Worldly If Seek A Country`s Example?
Could A Worldly If Seek A Country`s Example?
