Thus under row,
And overhedge
And spite the leaper
Fire eyed.
There is no own,
Or owner's right
That doth destroy
The Leaper's Pride.

The simple-minded
Frale and shy
The Anger headed,
That cheat and lie.
There's little use
In underwords
to fit a fine Desire.

To complicate this mater so
And god to bid time stay and go.
I only know the kinder Words
Reflect the one Who's kind.

So speak your mind
And not your fear
And also keep
An open ear.
There's little more to come about
Until you let your true fire out.

~Alia
The Fire heads like this before
A furry in dumbness do adore.


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