The First Quencher
*Notting else tastes so good
when
the elegant daylight is still at spree
When
the bloomingblossoms are yet to yield
When
the earth yawns 'may we live
..left to grin.
The hibiscus now smiles in sane,
the boozy sky and its lumps of bread,
cookies sigh at the work of death, deterred -
the lame birds sing not hence
Viking's wrath dare not heart
The long bone of time
..walks in the shadow of the broken head and still crept
Jamie lost his entire,not bravery, not for mirth,
we kept streaming o'er streams
My pending thought, bamboozle us not -
Oh! we have aged in days
He looks at me palely
Words cannot contain the dead,
Eÿes, teeth turn red, I'm ... chided
soul illuminated, don't dilly-dally -
His silhouette has no eye
It quarantined us in, before this, he did saw our way through
At the scorching noon (to)fro
he's our Jesus after dawn after rise
From the noisy grave yard to a mute stand
Like he's on a cross, we go by the strand.
I grab the first quencher
from the botched daylight sojourner
it I've seen, it'i'l live, just out of darkness
My thoughts I'll harness feverishly
These glories I've seen in arrears
On jamie's erratic face, painstakingly*
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