Foundation minds it difficult
To alleviate immediate descending fault...
I enjoy my amazing paradise!
It keeps my woes at bay...
You were the iris in my garden;
As luminous as the sun could be...
Now I lay my eyes
Here at the scene of time...
As I reach the lonely plain,
The dewy-dusted clippings...
There is little value in the debt of rage; the casualty of regret is an often insurmountable wage. |
Tear forth radiance of day, clouds shall not hinder! |
We are all educators of what we know, and students of what we desire to know most. |