Like all and one the only one in a few moments u perplex
The begin of the voyage among the folk
A company comes and you don’t see the face of the tide
The joy of the scrap and the other of the raw kind
Mesmerized by a few scribbled notes over the palms
Weren’t they are vague, yet too wage yet too overt
They yet make stand-in for the drums playing down the hamlet
But the intend of the fun and gun was all in one
Never was the assault pulled in nor was throttle all pulled
But yet it did, never escaped even when cage was not their
Succumbed to natural fall a free fall not much but yet more,
The spark of the faint light over the small walks to a few drives,
The white adobe in the vista illuminated yet faded..
But none went on for the gone astray and yet I perplex at times,
The scribble notes were not all but yet one
And I tend to smile and rest in the one of my own one
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