WINGS (C)

When I was a cow again, my defense skied rushed on the sound's penned wend, when Five was out loud again, the sign's free cents aligned at dusk's bon above proud of ten trend

Inside of the manned clouds with friends, their winged tide of their span found shifts of those sends, their limbed pride of geared plans ran that crowned gift of the rose through the gems

Nature was bound to have a brand new day, the theeatre was found loose grabbed, the hands had smooth pay

Gate leads of the router's open arms were through night and day, the state's read of the south's served scoped lens, charmed surged news light which cammed so brave

So then the crazy time became near with vast designs, so then the waived z's shine's scened lane was cleared with stats of believed binds

- Avalon Dakota

- 10-22-26

- 1:03 AM

- WINGS (C)