Darling as sunshine, and cryptic as the melodic endemic,
Blessed as the canary that speaks life into the ether.
Portrayed in the linear and left to the glance,
And without a chance, there is no tomorrow.
Despite it all, alarm clocks start ringing like a fireplace
Reminding of you it’s warmth and midnight bliss.
Just like maple syrup, nothing can stir up the evitable,
But it’s simply the rise and demise of the unearthly derelicts
That encroaches on the bedrock of sullenness.
Candor felt like the rose that perfumed the air, illusion
Of hope foretells the tyranny that haunts the fears of many.
Ample like the temple that is thwarted with regret,
Swathed as the angle that granted a wish.
Don’t give room to doubt as it may fester, and
Never creeping away, looming like frost bites.
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