Here Are The Chains, Upon A Worthless Trains

Hearing on tune sounds, underneath to vibrate grounds sympathy was even equality of music around you, all that insidious raindrops could be drenched poured by the Frenched territory ever taught, try to sit historian benched on wealthiest classical park, Shakespearean nameless parks in there too, totally senseless part, ultimate lovebirds back in the days, when the hypocritic wind to die down under, overheated sunshine glazed heavenly, not too hot, adjust the mellow of warmth, no more thunderous storms attached the cloud dirt of grayish coloration moment to set in stoned brick, we bring back love in their own timeless awareness surrounded by, here are the chains, upon a worthless trains metaphoric ways of life, follow the trail and sail alongside, co-written name was glued, an old fashioned bench less couple came on top

Written by
Michael James Brindley
2-16-20