Blooming Lotus
Roots within murky water
with peddles reaching to the sun,
this, a spirit of gloom.
casting this life up above,
drifting through fog,
lost among dark clouds.
One reaches and plucks me,
cleaning this muck I was in,
Opening his peddles of love.
Now placed among many,
a bouquet of righteousness,
Transformed with.
Gods Love
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2020
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