History

The strange submission of beaded stars

Falls on my back

I surmise a classical music strangely beautiful

It’s ringing is poised yet melancholy

The cuckoos nest is safe today

A sweet ecstasy of sun burnt smile

The flagrant dreams keep rolling

Tonight as it is known the songs will pray

For the fall of roman empire

Historic preservation is needed

The aura of narcotic mystery

The same time is preserved

It’s calling is a song perched halt.