Direction

Establishing points from west to east. Embellished in the least. But the center never retrieve what is unclaimed If roses thorns may turn into poem then, love may turn to lust Sooner or later bay wouldn't be kept As long as the night has its own lights and as long as day has its own shine. If our time wasn't best Let's chase it in another line. For you and i had similarities but both of us will never retry.