The Sinful Soul
She sinks into the vortex of grief,
Withering like a maple leaf;
Wailing, a rose petal, then she dies.
Last breaths come and go so fast,
Leaving nothing on Earth;
Her soul limps into the planet of the sinners,
Feeling the heat and tasting fires.
Her soft voice whispers God's name,
But he turns away and strolls to his throne.
Copyright © Tri Tran | Year Posted 2008
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