Repetition
Upon the flowing curves
For all blue-tinted veins,
To the rivers a man wishes to
Plunge himself,
To sweep the pain clear
From eyes that bleed more
For the ocean.
Life writes itself
In verse,
As a man holds his heart
Within the rhythm,
For notes that gravitate
Into rhymes.
He wishes
Upon no stars
Among immaculate sunlight
To breathe beneath the ocean,
In her arms.
To swim among the galaxies
She did create
With sighs that formed
Endless nebulas.
For the water,
For the red,
For each tear fallen
Towards the dead.
For the faces that never
Look back to see
The patterns a hero leaves
Above where he walks.
Love this poem.
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