Does a plainant goof ever carouse the sisterly vale
Ere the espionage of the beguiling visage
Fortified from the sun's tempest to brine the season's lucre in joyful penance
Radiant cannon balls tied to the sweetening earth
Pined cheeks returns the fragrance of rosy petals
A thousand sunny times benediction he drew from the whirlpool of the artesian wells,
Maidens lurking in the veil from the swiftest hours into the swiftest bliss
So slide they down to the luxurious grails and watershed grains of the River bank
And distant skies sits pitch black on the relics of drowned treasure troves
"Sibling "he says "though in me you behold sinking times
And with your stratagem crawling out of crooked curls,
Sunny times breathes your golden roses at dusk.Even now it dawn so greedily.
Fresh to the city of gold but not that your anecdotes groove too late.
Gallantry was amiss in amplified modicum at fairy hombre "
"Bliss is me"he saith"too early into lucre but not too senile.
A youthful sinew graileth pleauteous grains
Of blissful eyes bedeck,was the stuck of nature's graces
Not the fairy tales to enchant the virgin minds
Phoenix breathes wildly upon his mortal brawn
When untidy waves blown away the traduce of the sinking times
Not the braggart by nature's wiles to wipe away its livery
But rudeness of times compelled the exit of untidy waves
For the extermination of sepulchral muds,
And berth riverbank of beautiful roses
Pride of truth cannot come where alms of gallantry plays farce
Not the horse to be mettle as the coxswain predisposes to lure avatar and phoenix sun from the recess
When ornaments of audition came for grace bath
The reaper reaps deeply and the laugher laugh deeply
Where the golden blossom of the enchantment with all their enchiladas and enchidiron's
Rein in stupor at the escapade of bewitched Consents
And to those who dialogue their own wills and made their wilful wills obey
Resplendence of the golden sun from golden hills
Bestow heavenly roses from the fringes of golden morn"
"So many did veil not to stale tries and veneration from the ramblings of the wilderness sands
Cannot curtail the hurlyburlies of those ramblings.
How many equals stood at safest distance with their erstwhile jollies, stale stooges and disconnected afficionados
Who barely gone staid with gallantry to fade in the golden valley
Butchered golden dreams across the sand dunes
And not a digit mine of honour and esteem
Salvaged for their sinking shitholes and lo behold how golden roses of belligerent blood
Not of false jewel breaketh not amiss in amorous spoil and war booties
Where oaked fables and lakes petals crumbles in the broad daylight
Twerking the twisted metals in faded roubles
What fair gems encrusted with encrimsoned mood
When dreary sight of the decrepits wobbling radiance deter
Gallivanting hombres coast chaff home "
"O then behold the golden trophies from the praise less hands
Whose primrose bank withheld praises even before it was begun from vantage pleadings tis the broken navels of the hallowed sighs,
Arise go to your altar go to your bethel
And recast your drawing board
Of the holliest notes come the noblest cheeks from the court of compunction
And reeks of golden hills
O pleas your oracle in that your pleadings of nature's clemency might call forth the springtime of the heavenly showers.
Passionate eyes would cage the eagles flight,
Passionate eyes push out the passionate eyes
A contextual plump which if tempted from the moult
O to hilt all golden roses mustered beyond the gallows and hallows of all the colours of rainbows.
O beget sweet labour to evanesce from the fringes of sinking times
If tempted by insolence of indolence , maybe not immured from the knighthood of passionate eyes,
To avail wiles and guiles of broken bossom
As composure of compound but passionate eyes
Did befuddle the grey times for the golden petals of beautiful roses
To sob as sunrise dovetails into sunset in the tears of joy for the blossom of filthy
lucre
O how sweet labour amortises thy penury
The broken sweats of youthful sinew transcends the filthy thread of sweet labour
Behold how sweet labour was enchanted to charm the sacred conundrum
What assailing eyes doth begin to encroach the sacred vows
And consecration endowed from the high places
To break the sacred rites of folklores and folktales tied to thy mother's womb
Not all fountain pour the same thread within their ocean's floor undimmed
Where broken knot had stung ,never will it again lie recumbent
Passionate eyes confine all things at its own drudgery expense
What experience bedaub it in her lull of macabre humor
Who has broken the heart of gold betrays the golden mine
And sallow the sunny rays of the golden hills
When watery eyes cannot dismount broken feet and passionate sights
Then knoweth for sure the battle of the trenches
Enroute the miasma of the golden hills is won
Even accolades still mired in the traduce of sinking times groveling at the shameful parades of her exit shores
When rivers runneth down the golden cheeks of a goleador beyond stale , stolid and sombre
Behold the quest a triumphant quest of the golden hills surmounted
Who lend credence to robust worded oath to deny its sacred rites and beautiful vows at the river bank of forceless roses and belligerent warlords
O breathren what hell of witchcraft in their plethora lies this wedge of insanity!
For lo passionate eyes is an art of the beautiful tidings
Daffed and stolen by chastity in the beautiful sweats of sweet labour
To earn the golden roses the filthy ransom of filthy lucre
To luxuriate your crimson shores with roses in the sky
Gnomes in your household supplanted on golden hills
By it mountains of Everest and Olympus were built from the ransom of its golden cabbages
In it lays the amplitude of golden robes and immaculate bliss
Robbed with golden stones of gnomes'downpour and gilded chambers
Was unclothed with garment of penury for the garment of grace.
O golden stones at the gilded Chambers.
