Chat of Dove

Talk, Before the flow of the pens. Speak Before I send molten lava Chat Before the beam shines Chat and don't return to the drama Speak We're not one of those herd. And in the midst of outrage, we hear cheering. Your decree, such as the tone of bard, Sprouting, but hard, like the rose shading. In the chords of reason and devotion, A symphony of emotion emerges quite deeply. Oh, the story, we need to reconcile our clear vision, I think the power to bring, that time to try. It's got basic rhymes and tales from his ability. O poem. Let's make a tent mate, for a party.