The Deed At The Word....

Imaginative imaginations unsoluble solutions shocking occurrences frightening approachings play hide-and-seek to the desperate meek unfriended friendships as sailboats go sailing upwind sailing with hollow sails can I have my cup of tea this noon no, not that grand high tea at high noon just the grand high tea time drinking slowly to the moon and a piece of cake, my dear swear I wouldn't let a tear may I sail now to my future? the cozy life I called my own planning my own bloody culture seeking for the suitable rapture the perfect ripples in oceans deep these all free of choice, never to weep keep my strength, alone I leap alone I reap no one to weep as I sip at my afternoon cocktail I did not say tail but my cocktail from ginger-ale you have walked along the east anybody saw as the beast? only beauty Imaginative imaginations soluble solutions happy events appreciative approaches do not play hide-and-seek scrutable solutions any notion? see, ma dah-ling Would wedding planner come this morrow have you sorrow? ok, well then....promised we will have this bliss, ma sweet the life-partner whom you´ll meet.... © Sylvia Frances Chan AD. Tuesday the 28th August 2018 @ 6.42 hrs. A.M. West-European Time