On a lighter note..
We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
I breath the ocean air
And feel the chill upon my hair
The voices of the snakes
Are down below in tiny lakes
The clouds are close
And below are the vermin
Rats to scurry and sneak
What an odd place
What an odd space
You come to me
From beyond
And load me with love
Oh is this the answer
Another hit then
Perhaps
And then the din
Of a thousand years spins
My mind is colliding
And colors dim
Black and white TV's
And phones of color
Bright and luminous.
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