In Your Season

Be solar,
Clean all the
Heaps of the
Deep older
Creeps in the
Creeks of your
Peace, close the
Key of your
Dreams off from
Meet of a
Cheap offer
See –
That your
Mama and papa
Are here…
We’ll steer,
The monsters
In corners
And fears –
Away from your
Streams!
As your name is for
Peace,
Our vein is your
Tea,
Till you will
Face your own
Sea!

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