Thirst

Passionate moments filled with zeal and zest as i gathered thoughout babbling brooks tainted an yet brillantly carved from a sudden interruption of unguided cognitive skills completely noted as french karma binded with crued wrath unseen gripping racing thoughts tinged with a sensual sadness i'd become to know very well while quiet times beckons my inspirational soul casting a beacon light of faint hues glorious to greet beyond a calm walk way covered in a quiant emory of a soft garden full of greenary a shivering ivy conceal the sorted bliss that quiets the empty mind between universal meetings above the hidden stars reaching the gravity under a rushing spring sheer wetness bursting from a mist of lost clouds