Shears O'ert Dignity
Channel: Chandra Indra Purnama
Date: 2015-06-23

That very could is supposedly white,
Unlike 'Tis of blue-lover night,
Humming of birds throttle is in between the grass,
And 'Tis summer night become winter lace,
There were pressure on the wire,
Little cradle of unsung lovers was bewildered,
Trolling through the midnight 'Tis eyes of wanderer,
Wide like those vagabond and 'Tis pack dandles,

Hope, 
'Tis nothing but doth vanishing beauty of luxuries,
Running away through the sturdy room are wonders full of books,
Thine glory Thy very much are needed and haul,
O'ertly o'er the night of hundreds lantern oft to epiphany be,

This land is full, 
'Tis hampering trots of horses and meadow,
Lousy dreams of tilted man hanged by desire,
Replying death notes coming from fear of wanting,
Lurks little by little in this over-longing strode,

Ye fairly beauty of heaven's sent
Coming scents of hourglass in the herds of lambs
Ye the owner of mine deepened heart
Hurdles of the unwanted inlet passions
Live by little to little of ravelling throttle
'Tis raven nay flown through surface of mind hassle
Driven doth by over-longings of meetings
The faces of the bold night with 'Tis blue moon at phase

I am the thunder dost spoken through the wind of wild lovers amend.