It’s ok

It’s ok to say what must be said

Despite the eruptions

And the volcanic gases

Words are hard to find

And sometimes they hurry out like a bullet from a gun

Blood is usually shed

Invisible cords that tie

Are cut

They are attached elsewhere

We know what we want

We know what must be done

But it doesn’t stop blood shed

Or forest fires

Ashes will be left in the wake of it

But glorious things are born of them

Love holds no bounds

And if there be love

Then be ready my friend

Apocolypsies and regeneration and the pioneering of new lands

Growth always arises

And love always finds a way.

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