Art divines me, what things to look, my untwine eyes
overbook, upon the old fashioned walls at the museum
in a group of amazed friends, depends onto the moment
of truth, a different type of colorific styles and shapes were
hanging loose, statue garden has been mysteriousness
and mythologic of gods work, let it rise, let it rouse, let it
set inglorious and insightfulness stone in many centuries
long, very spiritualistic land to give, intrigued tombstones
can be billions of decade to seek and unified ways, the
good Shepard's grass was even short and sweet, historian
winds occurred left and right, art divines me, antique of
benches were made in silver wood, plastered those kissable
and kind names everywhere
Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-6-20
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