One and Seven

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

What have you learned from this post?

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