Snow Kept Skies
with crooked feet the tide rolls under
rivers flood while mountians thunder
white skies carry rolling tides
as we all ride in a canoe
small running brook
finding creatures at the crook
as they lay waiting for supreme silience
that motions for their move
as the water moves it falls
the scape carries sunlight under
to get there it plays with the moon
it lifts it falls very elegantly of it all
the water falling penitrates not the canoe
light rays follow cracks and creaves'
as we ride the ancient pegasus
if your Latin this is nothing new
as they keep the date with heavens wonders
many men will see white thunder
watch what you over lap because to us this is blue
carnavours once thrived but with the herbavours they died
because the sun carried us on the move
oil rumbles as waves continue to tumble
from place to place as the oil moves
purple skies only burn blue for you
here we go it's collecting snow to slowly melt
twords their move, sunlight through, reflect the moon
hiding there in royal pairs deciding how much galcier to move
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