Across the verge of azure water,
Murmuring wind aboon the meadow;
Devise the birds bring peace forever
Each adversaries pride gon' swallow.
Athwart every scourge, therapeutic heart appear.
By and by, shrift upon high lone;
Though not rancor with perjuries,
Rest you merry, by rote—
I shalt be diffidence for some sake,
A tattered flower with inevitable dream—
Caitiff hypocrites upfill their plea,
Withall bound, Rest us merry.
High lone in the dark of yesterday—
No aphorism at least I can say
Atrocious wind set our home sway;
Oh please! don't take it away—
Sound of shouting shelter, rain;
Sound of thunder, lightning–across my vein;
Sound of cry, passing through my eyes;
Sound of promise, I can't try!
Sound of shutting window pane,
Only hope... can ease the pain.
Sound of relief, forever remain,
Promise of tomorrow—easily came.
Appease the auburn; Roman God of War.
I'm here to deploy my defying finesse;
Dawn behind the great sea afar—
Blast of emotion... confute my blazing bliss!
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