Variation




I am more than just one mood

A diverse blend of sweet and spice

I am often cutting then healing

Sometimes evil but often nice

I am pragmatic and mysterious

Some say I am hot and cold

I am youth personified

Trapped in growing old

I cast arrows at moving prey

But never take down my desired

I am moved by waves of denial

Setting sparks to the awakened tired

I am hardly ever a straight line

And I don’t know how to color neatly

I find those who have missing pieces

Hold my attention best but not completely


....lisa c

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