Mystical morning maiming my mind,
Heavy harpoons holding me hostage,
Chaos created- courtesy of caramel coffee,
Rushing down rapidly, reveling in its rampage.
Bustling bedlam of the blowing breeze,
Grazing graves and grasses green,
Never noticed nature's nictate nuances,
Seemingly sightless- such a subtle scene.
I implore ideas to inhabit inside,
End up evolving and expressing everything eudemonic,
Like languid language laden with love,
Tired tirades turn into trouble's tonic.
Finally, five frail fingers forget,
All about an aureate alliance-ailing,
Promised prayers purged to perish,
Wondrous wishes wasted with wailing.
// So this collection just hit 2K reads. Thank you all so much. //
