Coming StormA Poem by Alfred Kukitza wealth of structures
Coming Storm
Welcome to God's main alley His church a beauty that wraps around a poor man's arms Come unto me He implores You will be safe, out of the storm When mass ends, reality begins his poor fragile arms must dig in again He hears the coming wet storm Meanwhile God and the folks pray for his soul all dry from the storm. © 2015 Alfred Kukitz |
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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