She holds the world with all these sentiments
Flowing fast, upon her sometimes hopping heart...

Today, I arose to find reasons
just outside my palatial pane...

Great Plebeians, heroes
martyrs, and revolutionists...

Life's grandest moments
through flowery fields...

I
vibrant skin of earth...

I have travelled back in time
the hypochondriac world...

Be not afraid of this thief named death
whence came such intruder not one dared...

As geniuses design;
```my destiny's canvas...

When the pain of loneliness
and a drunken tongue collide...

Half drunk sullen moon
laden with nightly drama...

Let my soul to rest
before the roseate glow of dawn...

Each mirth and grief of drifting clouds
frigid days and lightless nights shrouds...