Sweet Surrender Poem by Kasia Fedyk

Sweet Surrender

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The old man, ragged and dirty
under the morning sun
in its sweet surrender,
becomes young again.
He plays the banjo under the tree
in its sweet surrender,
of the pure melody.
He finds himself in the arms of the rain
in its sweet surrender,
washes away the pain.

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