Like a Western Rose in the Morning Dew
Sit.
Pitter patter witter watter. The somber tree by which I sit. The stars are my only friends. Time does not know me, Nor does space. Love. Mankind is a figment of the love I never felt. I love her like a sunshine rose in the mist. Holding her hands. Make my tingle of heart. But she is a figment of my imagination. Love I am her. Her I love am. Time I love my arm figment. The solder, nor the sailor do not know. Existentialism. I. I. I. Her. It was one verdant, crisp day in the morn. It I. I. I. I. I. I. I. Song. We sing. Commitment is a symbol of liberty. To be true. My heart together we must sing. Come, beautiful flowr of the dawn, And wash away my thorns.