late of that night, silent pause a little
while, where cellulite of thunder settle down
upon the hood of the sun
come and let be the time to stand, ringing
like Bell, waking up the birds to fly up
into the golden fun
wise could be, honest got it easy, to attain
the wasted hour, for nothing leaves than to
start the smile of the moment you love
to stay
find the hope to wrinkle, until the
strength hold your day...
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find the hope to wrinkle, until the strength hold your day... well written..