The Beauty of Poetry: Love's, Two-Edged Sword

Strewn about her axis world.... Where they've all grown up orphans That have never known their names; they Don't belong to no one; now isn't that a shame Lost amid this sea of reality; animation, don't go Shane ? Precious baby girl raggedy Ann wearing her three sizes too small Soiled hand me down's best dress: barefoot his child together hearts run Across scorching time and concrete deserts; outside their bubbles tiny eyes gazing If but merely love's touch a cup of water these crumbs she calls in worlds apart; poetic dreams.