Winter and autumn drove hand in hand dazzled by the light of a perplexed moon all tangled in bohemian supremacy and the tingly ambience of a deceitful noon
...tangled in grand affection
Autumn's cold hand craving in a tight and comforting response while their bizarre passionate music tore fainthearted souls apart the narrow minded seasons did violently collide when they beheld autumn hellishly situated on winter astride
...tangled in grand affection
There were few lucid moments in the subsequent madness both winter and autumn withdrew from joy to abided sadness wasting their dark passion and wasting their complexion reluctancy turned to nonchalance and this denouement is the grand reflection
Daunting the timidity of shallow waters, the hands of the beast wrote some touching rhymes sadly they drifted apart like trees denued of leaves, and thus the dialogue was dead by springtime
