Lifeblood Poem by Kurt Schneider
Lifeblood
The untraveled forest lonesome,
Roads wind through your heart and back,
Covered with growth since long time past,
The brook runs clear and full of life,
Like blood to limbs,
a glimpse of you is like the seasons,
Always changing but the same nonetheless,
A landscape of thoughts that will never be spoken,
Like the rain across the eons,
An unfathomable wisdom.
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