Goodbye to your sorrows,
But greetings to your tomorrows;
I find the sadness as simple as me,
Please choose the words in memory.
The old charts are in the world,
Laughter gropes and gapes at the moist
Ones, who see five kilometers,
In the fog and mist when they die.
This fear guides belief
For the summer understands
Relief and of this
I pray to elongate my
I have dallied in the relaxed sunset
For the preoccupation of evil and good,
Gaining powers that guard against triumphant
Medalists, who forsook all their oaths.
The sword is like the ocean and moon,
Beauty preoccupies it with glaring beauty;
This weapon of a massive hue shall be
Wielded in the direction of you and yours.
Let this barmaid show me a shadow,
I am crazy with brocades and charades,
Knees have shot and been crazy like wars,
Fought by the willing weepers of late.
One feels a shameful action by others,
Instilled in me as well by the onlookers,
The words of God have arisen to impel,
Wrangling is not of the kindness in life.
It was raining and the wooden staff conquered
My daily meals for its veracity was stronger than before.
All the greens and golds and clouds of stairs
Came finding me with brilliant items of clothing.
In the world of insanity clearly the pains
Number into the thousands, nothing
Escapes the mind, nothing can.
One word delves into another with gusto,
I gave a lesson to the young at heart,
Reading eyes amassed wealth of remarkable thoughts,
The lesson was a substance of the excitement.
My readings were correct according to taste,