Rain, Blood and Wine

I feel it may begin to rain
Water returning from where it came
For everything has a cycle
And water is original and archetypal
Perhaps blood is the same
Running in those who take our name
Continuous, ever flowing
As red wine is so aged with knowing
But what have we learned?
Knowledge lost in blood not returned




Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-03-09 at 12:44

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