I am filled with foolish fanciful dreams
Frequently fighting against facts
I am sometimes massive and momentarily minute
I contain secrets unseen and truths unknown, and unheard
I am a truth-sower, a soul-seeker
I am sometimes trusting and sometimes suspicious
I am red revealing and round
I can be warm and wishful and wanting at times
At other times I’m fragile frail and feeble
The mouth-piece of the soul, I speak sporadically
Hole to your soul ,honest and highly valued
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