In the little land of destiny,
A vault of sadness dare I say
Stands as masquerade of misery.
All but nothing stands between
Chocolate built houses and candy cane trees.
Its a make believe sundae of bounty full treasure
Still lost but added to oceans and first fruits,
Can go unnoticed, tinged with passion dodger cold
And amazon future banana boats.
Sunday, 27 October 2013
Wordspeak #0001
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