Tournend into a lady who iss now,
qwyt fresh ant fine as birds,
un her thigh her orbs ar soon,
yn hyr earan, mye airs agen…
a night par happs, alloon
weth heart to answer-in me;
arrived unto sweart ending;
ma pryvate look te clear.
Thus reqwit lives beleft.
Som time, dear, mild, radius beam,
aroma also, visual sweetnys,
farewells bynckt annd faded.
Franklin Sterling is an artist and vendor for Street Sense Media.
