The morning rise on each day..

Laying for the day in bay..


As the feels lay neglected without touch..


Came the feels and need to free the tests from hutch.


Yet, as they pour down in thundering rain..


The hearts grease sorrow in vain..


Why do I seek when I avoid it lease.?


How did I encounter the storm before with ease..?


Something that jeez my mind till this very day..


Perhaps I was thrived for the season of clay ..


As the day changes its wind..


While the tools steadied without the need to ream


Do I grease till it plow..?


or


Need I let it flow without row..?


I need Your reassurance in every layers I've bind..


To be free from reap by tines..

-pen óff-