Soul laundormat

Staggering feet,
Challenged by the distance;
Limpid eyes,
held a blurry vision;
Trembling fingers,
knocked on church’s gate;
Dried lips,
whispered a silent prayer;
poisoned soul,
fluttered in bone-cage;
Grief,anguish and loss,
began to fade;
Bone-cage crashed on church’s floor,
As soul slipped through the conciousness.

———- Binzy

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