Mortgage Poem by Leon Moon

Mortgage

in decaying you find
a new way to breathe,
the Dickensian ravine
in heaven we bleed,

not the green
found in nature
but the natural green
once freedom has no hell.

Friday, April 5, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom,green,heaven,poem
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