Monk

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Monk

the sequential way toward a beautiful flower display
a mighty union with friends a chance to love and depend
help mold me below the horse let him win
with a slight of hymn come to depend

in the darkened sphere to the Ozark's scene,
there his sits eating his lunch
promised to suffice a readable portion of gold
fought back the silence amidst the bread

face filled with wrinkles and creatures that are torn
he files with a diary staying close to his dreams
he attributes a pause before he thinks,
carrying the chalice to support its pain light the flame

he helps gather the hidden remarks 
prayer is its instant habit to conjure its approach,

cold nights in the hallway vested on to believe
on each surpassing day the moments he would pray,
making sealed prunes in it's strong buried ruins
a quarter for a jar would go far

fine surrounding with the comfort of the breeze
he walked among the passing journey alone
spiritual warrior out of sweet fragrance,
deep in the woods he lived

ever so often their would come visitors to long for their cookies
bare longings for Autumn to come a rise for their native syrup
it would grow accustom for a monk to get some food