Poetry that rolls with the flow
Flow that continues down the hill
The hill of life that goes forever down
Down into the depths of despair
Despair that brings all to their knees
Knees that bleed from the impact of life
Life that goes on until death
Death comes for us all
All we are will be carried by memories
Memories fade like passion’s flare
Flares that shoot into the sky
Skies that are brightened up by sparks
Sparks that look like falling stars
Stars that harbor distance planets
Planets that may hold alien life
Life that blooms everywhere
Everywhere around us
Us who live and exist through time
Time that has a beat
A beat that measures the flow
The flow of poetry
Poetry that comes out of my fingers
Fingers that fly upon the keyboard
The keyboard that relays this poem
This poem that went to the far edges of the universe
And Back
--Dan
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