Teira Naahi

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

No One Could Dream - 13





Let us go said the bro


Beyond the corner it is shown

Past the banners unfurled

Ancient whispers left unheard

And i have been told

That the whiskey buys gold

With velvet lining 

Fists and all

The funk me boots that lead them on

To touch the class beneath the light

To go beyond uncertain yet aroused

To go beyond the bounding of beyond:





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