Pond lay on old clay
Esoteric tales stored for selected
Feet sized bigger shoes
Petals ignite first step
Fate farthest from bondage
Souls sidle along love cables
To mend torn common grounds
Thick coats flirt the Sun
Desert beholds its wrath
Time teacher the mortal
Yearns baked in loathe
Grief brewed strength
Sage voice calls out tight grip
Bemoans tree cut down to size short
Quods tamed wisdom
Heads lost the freedom
Brawling in fruitless kingdoms
To withheld same old norms
That left feet on cracked forms
Lost we as we roam
Are we there yet home?
Beauty brushed from paints
Innate being faints
In portrayal of saints
Such in loaded gaits
Beasts short of merits
Trapped in mortal made rifts
Chained in shifts
Dine tables with vine
Toast in moods divine
Emotions from falls refined
Tough nerve not destined
To dissolve on roads narrowed
Streams length to dry
Emotions wrecked before a try
On parabled life they lay
Lips lost the say
Knees bended on dreadful day
But love born to be hay
Tamed is the wild
Lotions steal appeals of the sun bathed
Casted on terrains malignant
But time always tell they pre-eminent
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