cacian
05-05-2012, 07:38 AM
it's grand
it's round
it's pleasure bound
to see the sun
come through the run
of clouds and rise
in roons of reds
and plums of ripes
the sparkle fars
of sunshine skies
carouse the layers
of bright light highs
in hazel tans
and mellow pines
the rides of warmth
horizon faune
wrap up the day
in layers of golds
and silver waltzs
as
birds and air
flutter a slur
in prefect stir of happy moeurs
above the waits
of human fate
it's round
it's pleasure bound
to see the sun
come through the run
of clouds and rise
in roons of reds
and plums of ripes
the sparkle fars
of sunshine skies
carouse the layers
of bright light highs
in hazel tans
and mellow pines
the rides of warmth
horizon faune
wrap up the day
in layers of golds
and silver waltzs
as
birds and air
flutter a slur
in prefect stir of happy moeurs
above the waits
of human fate