Drive, fire!
Frustration,
Blood!
The identity;
Between me and you.
In the rain,
Wet!
On the way,
Doaked;
Raindrops,
But, everywhere you go,
Always take the weather with you.
Life,
Love is the root of all creation;
So, be straight and,
Bring peace and joy to the world than,
With hatred and war.
Raindrops,
Love,
Along the way;
Making the connections,
But, let your wet body be part of nature's way.
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