At last -- a snowflake;
The night refuses to die,
To give thee's last chance.
Mere holograms tense,
The sparks did fly believing
In waiting for me.
The wait, old drifts rained,
The brook waned and elated,
Each dropped stasis lied.
So hinder street stones
Charm the weeds flow'ring refined,
In steady strolls lift.
My shores were every,
In stream canals altering
All life's directions.
Wind lingers deplored
The chill instances of brews,
Of aquamarine.
Musty hues these specs,
Exhaust fans redefine them
All over again.
The cloud nine ranged links,
In the pipes clamor to dine,
Of souls the every.
Search the argon clear
And clearer through business suits
That life awaits you.
