Be the tide of autumn in my eyes!
My look is cold.
O’ who…can be so bold?
But one, unable to eschew
The new day conceive-
It’s light my learn of no deceive…
But remarkedly well instead of meaning,
With the tone of a golden eye-
Merited the sun, transcending from the steep high;
And !! a slight veteran showing I can…
“With superb oneness” you may say!
Is patrolling a great way,
My count, not on account to say “a wanderer”
But one in love, as a life claimer
WITH SUPERB ONENESS – Henry Farrell
