November Rain
Single Mother
- Joined
- Sep 27, 2005
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loveEveryone knows me.
Once it was rumored a man drank his fill of me, much to his regret.
Others prefer me in small doses for small ills.
Some describe me as the sky, the land, an age, a tongue, fire, bird, fish, flower.
I am captive, I am free.
Worshiped and lost, loved and eschewed, pure and corrupt, black and white.
I am found in the deepest well, and on the highest mountain.
I am animal, vegetable, mineral.
What am I?
life
mankind
mothernature