The Old Diary
for yet another a deep sigh brandish the treasure memory all low and high reminisces a pleasurable delight carve the magnanimous band relief be set forth when drop of water bestow upon the deserted land reap the enrich invaluable slot relives in the solitary thought shade of life never enunciate like leaf it grow and it rot eclipse befalls upon the already tarnish oblivion now lose encompass in the divine bubble rejuvenate the merry frost every negligent drop enhance the tank a journey too far yet it vanish turn faint illusion be the teem passion realistic fancy never to elude one have to paint and for just another sigh i go and lie replenish the canvas of the exotic blend my life sublimes a moment high