Begin Anew
mornings
sometimes, too soon
come, thank God for hope (blood)
that part of my day I take Home
planet holds wonders, dark ambitions, too
could we forget the abused child?
the spurned woman, mother?
God weeps blood tears
returns
Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2017
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