March 30, 2017Poem

Hot blood

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Hot blood

Runs the river

Too wide to cross

Too deep to fathom

Without an answer

Listen to the question

One more time

Understand the reason

For the rhyme

It is a crime

To leave without persuasion

To remain

But never know the truth

Of what we do

When green

And yellow

Melt into the blue

There is a beginning

Of something new

It is a meaning

Almost true

If you believe

A miracle is

More than magic

Then we agree

There is so much more

Than we can ever see

Count the stars

One for everyone

One for you, yes there is even

One for me

It is easy to remember

As the river flows

Into the sea

We are lifeblood

We are ocean

One... two... three...

We are free.