defined by memories and explored
inside of a dreamplace.
There,
where vanity answers no valiant question
but family yet holds,
inspiring moments grow wings.
Also,
it will fly past along side them
if Love is not King and Keyring.
For this fare
guilt is an aftertaste.
However savored
the clench and chew
is only, was only
shallow.
The summer
and with the sea
have taught me this.
In spurts it sprays;
misting its forgiveness in fragrance.
The lofts
of Discipline and Faith
hold my charge
Steady at the helm
beneath a high moon
headed home.
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