Acrostic poem for fever
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Explanation:
Love comes in all different forms.
I need it.
They need it.
The whole of mankind needs it.
Love cures and endures all.
Each of us needs it.
Black and white,
little and tall
all kids are special beings.
Certain systems implanted long ago
keep the love from being spread evenly.
Kindness in mail from New York to Serria Leon
instills in small souls the
decadence of love from afar,
simple acts of kindness bestowed.
Here I sit in the middle of it all.
Observing on film the spectacle to be.
There's love on paper, arriving to behold.
Time is a healer with helpers everywhere.
Endeavor to find the love anyway you can.
Alarms mean nothing if you can't hear them.
Ice on hearts
creates a banner opaque
endangering the warmth within.
Creative emotions override the hate,
reviving hope in written words from someone new.
Enemies become smaller in the scheme of it all
and babies play games on safe streets close to home.
Masses are saved from the atrocities of wars.
Alms of faith in questions asked,
necessary for knowledge in the heart to absorb.
Dreams come true in reality sometimes.
Spacing the words in the span of time,
over the miles those words steep into fine wine.
Love only multiplies the fires we tend in our minds.
Ink on paper brings it all alive.
Tales of life told by young minds
allowing another to know what binds
reasoning with life and
everyone benefits in kind.
Few folks feel fervent about
eventual
visual variances
expecting
revolutionaries.
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