The One - Poem by anna E
To you this is the only
the only, the only
the only one to take this slowy beating heat, and make one
will you pick up like glass so sharp...to make your fingers bleed
the only one knows of the truth woven into the cloth
take a hand one, to fight for the beaten hand
the one to take the water into there hands
theres only one...who will this be.
sing sweet lullabies in the ear, sweet loving wind
live... and give breath to the this oh one, to live again
she knows the flower can seem the same but only one can stand out.
lucky are those who may be the one.
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