A Happy Pair. Poem by Kyle Shield Laster
A Happy Pair.
I will love again; I will.
Not a soul is safe.
I'll throw my heart unto the world:
I'll share it for I've faith.
Shall I need to paint it red;
It will be fresh and fair:
My hands will bleed from washing it.
There will be a happy pair!
What a great poem Kyle! thank you for making my day shine. All we can do is keep trying and as to the blood! well there rarely no blood shed somewhere in love and war! smiling at you, Tai
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4/26/2024 12:05:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi Kyle, Neat write.The Soul is rarely given even in love....What usually happens is that its stolen..used and handed back like an old used bedsheet.. All the best young person. Sid.