To which you can’t imply
As moments pass you by
A guide to walk you right
Stillness of the night.
For which you cannot speak
Words you simply keep
A ship of time that fleets
Voyage to a slippery creek.
By which you don’t foresee
Or simply refuse to see
The hands of a minute clock
Where birds don’t simply flock.
In which you surely missed
The stroke of a genie’s luck
Because you simply kiss
The wrath of a stonecast rock.
Through which you now have seen
The crimson of forest green
And steal the lovely scene
For your wicked lonely queen.
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Thanks Penney.
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