Holy MagicA Poem by Alfred Kukitza church of being
Holy Magic
A taste of rosary in my teeth Prayers leaking out between the gaps Counting on God in serendipitous form I meander along an empty shore The water of life drains from my veins I hear something calling But can't give it a name My empyrean fate nears the waterless shores I'm leaning toward the unknown It's a magic all its own! © 2015 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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