Tender roses either Cruxed with gloom or bloom
Reckons not with thy ambidextrous nature of maverick hands
Behold grace is giveth grace is summoned
Do -yoyo upon the Earth's mounds piles of golden hays by gift splashes from above
Patience speaks her meta language in the scolded pride of the unconformity .
Unthrifty feets that play tyrant to her soul
With the unfairest plows of the heinous winter, invidious summer,trickish autumn, and hideous spring
Will play gabble to every facade of time and space.
Miserly gaze where every blind eyes doth damn lucid dreaming
Once the blots in the escutcheon seems irrevocably
To dart the livid with cannonballs to return back to the senses
Patience speaks to her to wait before she crosses
Impuissant arrogators of causal powers and magical spells.
A morbid prisoner of pent up carthasis,
Cast over grandest effect.
Beyond that frost and brownish leaves
Beautiful flowers and tender roses distilled their beauties with prime destination
O that nincompoop bedevilled by loopy faces
Hideous seasons barely forgive nor remorse
When substances faded beneath their sweetness
And hardly hedge the theft of forlorn Dreamland
Impenitent with woes to deface winter's ragged hands
A theft not distilled for fortune waters even in the summer
Where tender roses conform into brownish leaves
And in the esoteric turn of sleight hands
O brownish leaves turn into tender roses
To bridge that miserly quantum leap of lacuna
O ye goofs that separates the impatient and the patient hombres
From the colonies distilled with the dews of the heavenly moisture.
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