Harmonious Homeless Man And Children Alike (shared belief)

How many pennies, wisps of dandelions

shooting stars, animal bones, strands of

hair

are stuffed into jars, fly without purpose

aren't seen, never cracked or blown?

 

If tails is up, or color's change

or clouds cover the sky

and animals

go somewhere else to die

and bald becomes the new 

cool 

then what chance have we for love?

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Another great poem!!!