One Fine Day, And Let It Stretched

Upon the time has come, usually in afternoon blush, not enough to rush, be more exploration, juiceable stretched arms, nice and wide, catching hugely aired of luxurious wind nonstop, moving around correctly intact, once in life was totally fact, sunshine contact from the wellbeing skyline, even combine, it will be untwined, on the pleasant field of grapevine grass has confirmed each other, writing down in the nine-word poem, as long as not scare, cannot fix it like a sympathy spare, no such thing to have certain nightmare in the minded mountain to compare belongings, encouragement of fate come and goes on the top, and plenty of lovebirds to sit the tombstone bench, willingly to made in Spanish wood, listening to the sounds of fine different colored birds attached and croaked togetherness alone

Written by
Michael James Brindley
3-2-20