Racing down the Autobahn of spine <br />is the seed I nurtured with the sun of your smile <br />and the moist of the against the sun climb <br />the seed meant to become: <br />a grandeur of brawn <br />to fill the tainted hearts with terror <br />and yours with love! <br /> <br />It fell through the crack <br />of compromise<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/compromise-5/
