A Poem a day,

Do not always come trueBut if they’re shattered, one by oneThat does destroy you too.

Love the red, like bloodThe wine,Not the favorite of thinkers.Yet, no matter where you beClimate and changes permittingWine, red blood, of Ancient drinkersForms part of our History.

Or creations areExactly, the same,That’s what you callBeing original!And part ofA truly wonderfulAnd mysteriously,Unique, game.

Across oceans, across time,My heart trembles, it’s divine,And the feeling is sublime,A spiritual union, through Rhyme.

The freedoms of the World,How dare anyone say,That the US of A.,Is not Exceptional!This Country and its brave people,Have saved the World, so many times,In so many ways, allied with others,Made it possible, to have a brighter day,So Liberty, in this torn up World,Would always find it’s way.

We talk in riddles and rings,Sincerity,A fluctuating thing,True friendship,Does it really exists?Or is it,Like most everythingJust driven by interest,Just another, temporary swing.