SparksChilled out to let go, ignoring all I know, For soon the winter snow falls, as it may go, The darkness sparks interest, once lit up, The monk stops pouring, when it is a full cup, Another moment for that, the highway waits, Is it the melodic sound that possibly deviates? An abstract life to attempt my best, Sleep to dream, requiring the rest, Obtained to use within the means of a change, Template outlined, for the design to be the same, The depth of soul, surfaces nicely, Maybe she’ll stay if she likes me, All that dedication talk & such verses, Natural connection as an attempt rehearses. |