Twofold Is Each Uneven Blade

Maybe tomorrow you'll know How every flavor stays Fast paces come and the slow Inside the moment's grays Each one is just what he is Dimming skies or the sunrise Feelings and the torching bliss Blessing with their many highs Love is to be through life Without its resentment part Work on fulfillment strife Bring in beats from your heart Singing a tune that remains After the hours are flown Recollections in all over strains On to their inside own Maybe you'll find your sunset Contained by this vast sky Happy yesteryears vignette Those that will not at all die Memories are made from days That you have lived and made Many are the rotating ways Twofold is each uneven blade