I speak with a happy elation, a rowdy relation,
My rules of beneficial advice add to it daily.
I spoke towards the heart with a gravitational
Healing, a grave insolence of the offered soul.
When words hurt the blood flow, we carried a law,
All of us replaced the head with the heart and wept.
The tears overflowed and drenched the carpet and health,
All laws of the breeze became the windy weather pattern.
The words of a danger and accusation overcame the soul,
Each soul caressed the pony of our conversation, while
The horse of our contentment neighed and bled from hooves,
Those mingling with our shoes and rags were outlasting.
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