Madrason writer

Gold Star - 5,188 Points (24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

Pneuma From My Breath - Poem by Madrason writer

All a long they found me strong
tolerant as mother earth
wiping the dirt from their skin
where there's good there is no sin
in the end then all me friends
wouldn't want to shake me hands
frightened I might be the spy
that would catch them at each lie
long awaited anxious death
pressed them Pneuma from my breath!

Madrason 06082014

Topic(s) of this poem: belief

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 6, 2014

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