am feeling much sadness today, but that baby dream hit me hard.
your dream made me think of this poem I wrote in 2019 ******* This I can Attest to You
This I can attest to you that birds will always sing. and butterflies take wing. This, I can attest to you.
This I can attest to you when rain clouds fill the skies somewhere, a mother will sing a lullaby this, I can attest to you.
This I can attest to you when wild winds do blow, that these are ‘the times’ and you will know. This, I can attest to you
This I can attest to you when lakes no longer blue, sad times will come to all, and also to you. This, I can attest to you
This I can attest to you Red blood in streets will flow. Hardened hearts will come, and then, they will go. This, I can attest to you
This I can attest to you Beware the ides of man. but swiftly this time will pass, and spring will come again. This, I can attest to you
***** and there might be a few 'clues' in this poem...remember my poems and songs just 'come to me' from 'somewhere'...
am musing on these parts:
This I can attest to you when wild winds do blow, that these are ‘the times’ and you will know.
and in this one ,RED BLOOD!
This I can attest to you Red blood in streets will flow. Hardened hearts will come, and then, they will go. This, I can attest to you
and 'the ides of man' pointed towards the month of March ...which is now
what do you think?
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