no word but we know this truth

trees grow wild from your eyeswinds blow angry from your throatI’ll never weary of surprise my backbone stiffens losing sizethough my thoughts giggle as I quotetrees grow wild from your eyes the joy is short lived I realizethat for now humor is quite remoteI need to ready for surprise to not prepare would be unwisemy temple once met a gravy boatwhen trees grew wild from your eyes my peripheral vision must send out spiesdespite this truth I’ve time to gloatI’ll never weary of surprise I know in time we’ll be alliesas our emotions stay afloattrees grow wild from your eyesI’ll never weary of surprise(c) r soos

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