The tease,
The pain and the long miles,
You don’t know the dangers
But as a liquid of a very dark color
Swirls around and a salty drink,
That much more full of
The little wars we all work hard for,
And if the terror marks your skin
Then deep within the fear
There are predators near
And after we awoke,
Far from home, the one and only
Moon went back home,
And all the New
Shining of the sun
Made a beginning
That no ending had unforeseen
And our flowers came
To mind finally

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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