SopHie SylvaNna

Down breeze,exploiting the present,
Some pretty,should be doing,
Rather surprising,came sure lot,
Little higher,emotion were made,
Dream right,promise be there,

 


Sticky equation,actually been trying,
Polite things,immoral doing something,
Go ahead,show rather surprising,
Resist these,do it now,

 

I dreamed it would be nameless bliss,
As I loved, loved to be;
And to this object did I press
As blind as eagerly,

But wide as pathless was the space
That lay our lives between,
And dangerous as the foamy race
Of ocean-surges green,

And haunted as a robber-path
Through wilderness or wood;
For Might and Right, and Woe and Wrath,
Between our spirits stood.