Made

Written in oily, hearty, blood.
These warnings of the coming flood.

Shaped by muscle & circumstance.
Colored by learning life & chance.

Sculpted by winds of change & grit.
Born of progress’s writhing fit.

Scaling living’s slippery slope.
Forged in cruelty & cured by hope.

Sharpened & honed by wit & tongue.
Recorded on each ladder’s rung.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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