deafness as a chaperon

who started up the path

of believing in softness like the shore of the river

but moves fast

like frost untaimed melody

like duty front yards

playing in are headed fierce

thinning hair scars are faces

from dark to beginnig float

grape of revulets shine reeling into the dark

protecting happyness

wth the duration of a greasy

passengers slowness

i heal the yath

sinnery may become