My face is a kalidoscope river,
it flows in red and blue veins,
a story of fast and dangerous currents,
trying to keep my head above water,
on occasion, a life line is thrown
in which I am dragged to shore shaking,
grateful to be truly alive for another day.
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Author:
Summersounds68 (
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I sincerely appreciate comments.
There's still hope.
Thank you, 2781.
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