Truth
Truth come unbidden on the wind,
sins of old encased within,
just ressurection trying,
return, return the dying,
for their mortal sin...
still a crying ,
begin,
go forth with no more sin,
be comforted in the trying...
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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