Every thrill
Every child
Every will and host of many,
Tides bring to me love and forth;
Air to sweep the sass from its mouth,
And digs penniless to a new frontier.
Within the wiles and games of guiles
Beneath the harsh exterior of her Faith.
Rains brew deep-earth rejuvenation;
Chop down the sap of my Sycamore,
Counting the rings of life between us.
Every child
Every will and host of many,
Tides bring to me love and forth;
Air to sweep the sass from its mouth,
And digs penniless to a new frontier.
Within the wiles and games of guiles
Beneath the harsh exterior of her Faith.
Rains brew deep-earth rejuvenation;
Chop down the sap of my Sycamore,
Counting the rings of life between us.
©August 2005
Very visual. I really like this! Keep writing!
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