An Ode To Blood
Coursing through our veins
Sometimes as cold as ice
And sometimes fiery hot
But always radiating life.
Red as a poppy in a field
Or lava exploding from a volcano within.
Bitter as iron
But sweet as honey too.
As it flows, so does life too
And when it flows no more, so does life cease too.
Copyright © Elizabeth Agiantritis | Year Posted 2015
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