Living joyfully, smiling to make ends meet. Working endlessly, thankful to meet ends made.

e. Weary brights, wakeful darks, leave spasmodic body, wandering grey, bulging eyes, enveloped in black; lurking in a terrain, staring azure, with eyes open wide in dire isolation. A kit of peace birds, fly above, flapping their wings, trailing a whiff; to awaken dead spirits, etching a sweet note, on those dusty, ivories of soul...