I to eye, dew doubt my words, I to the other eye, have faith (lost??) in my words, and in my words, ear to hear ring, I will dye stain them a gist the grit of pain, being dead felt, more than ever alive in Hope (Less Ness). Must believe America is worth saving, adrift the revolving years, flowing the evolving tears, wherein evoking Love’s WILL, always Unites US, as family, where Our Divine Nation, dew hence forth bear “Patriotic Years, Dew Flow Our Miracle Tear Trails.”

HeArtMosphere Poet

I to eye
dew doubt
my words
I to the other eye
have faith (lost??)
in my words
and in my words
ear to hear ring,
I will dye stain them
a gist the grit of pain
being dead felt
more than ever alive
in Hope (Less Ness).
Must believe America is
worth saving
adrift the revolving years
flowing the evolving tears
wherein evoking Love’s WILL
always Unites US
as family,
where Our Divine Nation
dew hence forth bear
“Patriotic Years
Dew Flow
Our Miracle Tear Trails.”

HeArtMosphere Poet