" IN THE HAZIL VARACITY OF PRICKLING SIGHT " by ~sayyaf~
Is it what you see in the sight, Or is it just the view inside? Is that yellow leave of autumn very insightful? Ever felt the pain it pouring to the ground, insane full? Is that the river of water or the layer of sand Is it the Hazel truth or just the glimpse of band? Is it in the highness of the crown? Or the fear of being underground It's not the truth of that prickly sight But just the latent piece of bright
