pure
pure
In a world so awful
so very unlawful
What is pure
What is true
through in through
like a drop of morning dew
on the Leafs
like a sweet song
of childhood
or a deer in the wood
or some one who knew
in this world
nothing could
be pure
Copyright © Josie Weinberg | Year Posted 2025
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