The summary of these days has come to a curved edge, im sorry if my grief has stared with regret, in reluctance I have exchanged gold for nothing, your pictures are ever in debt to a neighbors touch, may you not be bound by this renegade of nature, let your oceans abound in one anothers soul finding your own way to eternity, I fathom your words as the comical loath does strike my arm, my memory sharpens amiable canter as I barter former breathes of air, alas harmony flies into uncharted depths replaced with deluded hope, forevermore the plain does expand into mountains, nonchalantly brushing off the green underbrush, I will never submise the love you once displayed, for my mind is a stratagem beam, cautiously ploying when I recollect you +End