Many of me

I am not a portion.

I am not a lingering hue.

Look at the rainbow.

Admire the makings of a tree.

Smile and grin to the small pieces

That cometh together to full bellies.

Don’t look at my right end;

Consider my left.

I am of portions:

It defines my breath.

My soul is not under trepidation.

I believe in expression-

Giving this plate every portion

Of me where it is desired.

Chances-opportunities; they drop by.

Chances, they take us.

Look at my hand; my feet and my skull:

Great links.

I have not chosen to cling to one portion.

I am deep into the ground:

And I am in abounds:

Brooks of life-I bow to sip from.

Many of me make me,

So I will never crumple.

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