People
- at this time of writing
heart slip/juice
for our clay temple
cast iron rule
for rust is event able
grace fill lines
for our building
to be stable
we draw this place
finger tips beyond
walls of our monitors
with brush strokes
that thicket from our centers
And as we move on
our maths thicken or thain
layer over sharp edge
We all do something when there is pain
Fear not just for today
for in us an adorable child really
would like to play
in anyways
and when our hearts sinks
or for go away....
as we weave through what
there is this day
and experience our way
Maybe we'll grow
or maybe stay the same
maybe we'll grow incredible harmony
or just path the way
Brave people to be alive this day
or maybe it's simply
way
Tags: chat, poem
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