Reiteration

faded? Are the morning stars

rising above mountain hills?

Smokin’ the forests with laden

Fire, is the morning light.

Dimming with darken crutch

proscribing ev’rything from such

fulfillment. Are virtues worth

a penny or a dime or a nickel,

could grasp the cost of pain?

Frittered, in shambles lie, waiting

inimically for rain to hamper

sorrows cometh with pride,

to what return of the latter…

if the gravitated moon is to remain

faded. Are the morning stars

rising above mountain hills

smokin’ the forests with laden

fire? Is the morning light

dimming with darken crutch,

proscribing ev’rything frin such

fulfillment. Are virtues worth?

A penny or a dime or a nickel

Could grasp the cost of pain

frittered. In shambles lie waiting,

inimically for rain to hamper

sorrows, cometh with pride;

to what return of the latter?

If the gravitated moon is to remain

to what return of the latter…