Let it flow from your veins
As blood
As wine from berries
As strength from a Mother
As sparkling ocean currents
As white energy from afar
As a love far yet near
Let it flow
Into the white sheet
Of paper in Ink
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Damn. Let it flow from your veins As blood As wine from berries I would have to agree. Poetry is like raw emotion fermented into words.
Thank you, Thomas Katz :) It is indeed, raw emotion fermented into words.