Sand Paper Harmony
Sand paper harmony
friction
saw dust
snowing
as the scent
of elbow
grease
fills the air
focusing
changing
sharpening
blank pages
into art
reshaping
heart; using
stone
I'm rough
but don't leave
me alone
grind with me
give me that
sand paper
smooth
type of
quality .
Thy staff and rod
comfort me.
Acts 4
verse seven
and two or
three
more
Copyright © Ts Lewis | Year Posted 2016
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