idle is the day where reasons cease.
and whimsy not contain for other order or lease.
as the midnight stands for loving contortion.
and beauty is given to abortion.
sons and songs of light donned whimsical.
And unmentioned herasy is waned to harmonic accord.
For Love to be given to unwarranted scorn.
A bit of Hope for one stolen, perchance to be reborn
As one that one could fly about the good,winds of happenstance.
For a chance?
©Pat Connor
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