Love
My days were lost in mystic whites
Draped on spools of phrygian times
I jumped nocturnal days without a clout
With a parlous ire,miles deep in doubt
And eyes drenched in kohl,endless like the sea
Got a touch of gold,alighting the endless needs
Maze once life, was justified with glee
Ornery old man on verge of being free
Naive as i was,i always had tried to flee
Idiosyncratic quirks but now washed down the creek
Keeking into the twisted mind i now see
A caring mind reflected in with ween
Draped on spools of phrygian times
I jumped nocturnal days without a clout
With a parlous ire,miles deep in doubt
And eyes drenched in kohl,endless like the sea
Got a touch of gold,alighting the endless needs
Maze once life, was justified with glee
Ornery old man on verge of being free
Naive as i was,i always had tried to flee
Idiosyncratic quirks but now washed down the creek
Keeking into the twisted mind i now see
A caring mind reflected in with ween
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