Louis Borgo - How

As the wind blows the sun is surely to come,
and sweep you off you re feet,

Passive as the night to carry us to our sweet,
and come clean of all whispers,

In due time we will all tell,
tall tales of the quickenessof time,
but however,

Blink to think but to share wild compliants,
of empty smares and to stop to blink,
once again headaches.
of tommorrow dare of missing love,
of stars we are yet to share.

Yet manifestion as song title to nipples,
in sense of cries of forbidden yowns,
just to blinks of howls.

like blue missile shrine of lip serves,
to make dances to peddle of today cries,
they was all just whispers.
(Godly creature they where all so sweet! ! !)
dance fever of new beginning....

As wind volted, send through sinner of time,
those that dare to hear the dear voices, and
endources by many share but kept secert by plenty.
and assoluted and truth it.

many people stand to witness in crimes, but
witnessed this here feeling of the intented of time, but yet
this is no ordinary love just a voice to be mention....

Louis Borgo

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