Quite as it beams from the winds
by Gil Gregorio
allured by a sattire of agony;
It quivers from a slim sinew
while hyping up a garbled mum
slowly wiggling off a trail hop.
Yeah the walks are light
but never easy as it shines:
Your countenance is viewed deeply
by the eyes of your cunning feat.
Doubts is fear and death
to the heart that is truly set.