Send shy to its death,
Make them feel your breathe,
Stand up for strong connection,
Stroll the circle source of affection.
Like history, you have to be understood,
When you're scared and knock on the wood,
Words of agitated from burning red,
Feet that tickles, echo of chuckles, and silent cuddles.
Memories does linger,
And so must remember;
A string that got its limitations, bounce back to its formation,
Leaves that leave during fall, comes back to cure dull.
