Ode To Maisamari

A story of nightmare's wish to stir and stay, did you seek to awake?, something is predator that now ply here day, it could have sought to yonder hate, to revert morning cool crispiness and cud tomorrow, a sort of pounding did earth reject, even if he were allowed to dream willingly now. No bosom of unknown air serves it, you may check nineteen summer and winter autumns, here trees and leaves have by virtue fit, nor little is accepted to mute their green's, desist ply last century silencer scum, of a copper factory of underground, adventure, there could have been many more evils and sins of such a dream. Oh!, offspring of earth's kind safe your, children of this century to resist and deny, it, if it were a plan to storm you, how unfair, it is a false theory, now, that they are busy to make attempt, what does that sigh to?, how should you throw that behind as mistrust?.