It’s Good To Be
Its good to be done
With it
We sail
In west
In less, form
And more loss
Of warmth
Cinders escape
Hatch
Before the irish write
Let the british wine
Remove the winds
Replace the legs
Perhaps the place
Needs protection
And a diplomat
Another close friend
And assistance
We are scorned
And wish to die
We have decide
And we have still
Yet is exciting
We rush the embers
In towing the blaming children
With sprites wings
Too thinned in decay
To be a friends loss
Only is power
Only but for you
Will is wars
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
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