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.