ruffledheart

White, Peach, Pink, Red- The faces clear with natural hues formerly Brunet now marks all- toe to head Do not you sense it all happ’nd too early.. ?!?!?! Where on earth do you stand, My Dear No Aristotle, No Shakespeare could you compare What is mak’n you fly over Murky cloud None else just you hear your voice in the air. To roar and roar high is a waste To make ‘them’ get through your False taste ‘They’ seem least pleased by Void Of  your head; And your boast seems a truly vague paste. The one whose head feels enlightenment Favors the silent move to run on high Those with Hay, go loony in false excitement Seeing them, ‘their’ bosom runs with a fervent cry. No fire of the Sun would melt the paint No blaze would let it dissolve No Adam’s ale would wash the taint No adhesion would get solved….. ……………………………………………………………… ………………….. ………………