I scream out for you in the rain
I sit alone under the power of the boxelder tree with only the earth and sky
Who should you be, the forgotten soul that twisted and rolled
Dancing in the rose garden is hard to do
I know I should sail to the heart of the world
The heart is sick and decaying
Change the volcanos to meet our souls
I reach for a hand that I am sure is there
Those rojo lips of wine, taste them any time
The Winters wing falls for a fling
The bodies divine engorged fire
Living on the wishing well, I hope your fate is true to tell.
Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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