Blessy L
We once were one and seven
My home was loud, yours was heaven
Yet bliss raised with was green in dew
Sometimes red, going purple but ends to blue
Nonetheless, the fig astressed,
Grown up covered in tight paisley dress
Guess in this phase
Same aims we raise
That liberty be embraced
And chains dismissed
Let the sparrows free
Masks, in spectrum, and scattered debris
Oh, purest honey in lemon juice
Sweeten thou my lips, let not in my fundus
Howbeit still, the seed appease
Brevity on be albeit life’s verbosity release