Wild fireA Poem by Caleu Andrade
The product of war, the nature of greed. What we do, becomes what we seek. Unbeknownst, unwilling I became the gun,the bullet streaking through your hair as gentle as air, as smooth as a gentle stream. Call to arms as the machine seeps through the blood stream. Heart beating to a forgotten song as the boy inside dies in your arms. Holding onto the hope as his last breathe forms wings. Years gone, older than I should be as I roam the quite halls of dried tears. With the amber still lit the fire within begins to grow. We become what we do, we become what we seek, we.
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Added on August 20, 2013 Last Updated on August 20, 2013 AuthorCaleu AndradeNVAboutMan Within, "Where I've come from doesn't matter. What does is that I'm now here." Caleú Andrade Frazier I'm a producer currently working on my first Private Sundance film. A military.. more..Writing
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