Wish for what you may not know.
Remember "Three Strikes" you're out!
Wondering what would be best?
Me too.
Take a slow and sleepy rest,
before your final test arrives.
Is it Magic? Is it Unique?
Could it be a different type of Spirituality?
Do you cry? Or do you prey?
The claws you show may be your words,
watch out what you say could shout!
Would it matter if you sharpened all of that?
Clawing steel or ripping minds?
I'm a predator; a Tiger line.
A much better and kinder sign.
To Man, to me, to all who see,
a Sage is what is I.
Listless voice in harder noise,
a purr or rumbling roll.
Questions scream, answers melt,
as information Teams:
with all that silence and record,
stand well; stand back or steam.
The furry from such ill abash,
you force opinions of...!
Your concern, is my relief,
an "Eight Men" out, you "Tout!"
What now you say it's all about
a day and not a shout.
Claiming what cannot be yours,
I think a wondering pause.
For I do wave a different shore,
my snore is heard by few.
The Ocean speaks with gentle spray,
a raindrop with a tear.
Don't worry my dear, girl you see,
a pearl you are to me!
You're so fine but in my recant
I worry my love for me.
The Trees stand tall, to echo small,
a redwood trumpets well:
Go to the Falls, cross the Stream,
he waits inside this dream.
To beam a glimpse of a smile,
from you to see a sage,
This truth will shine a blinding sign,
of life and not a scene.
My strong sweet man
a Clam you're not; but Oceans say they need.
The strength of what you are made of,
a line of Bengal "Me."
Good luck, don't duck, the Sea's do say,
"Rogue girls are hard to find."
Release your heart; for souls will twin,
the start from your begin.
One thought to know, so don't be slow,
you may be counted in.
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