My Pill - Poem by Kim Schilling
Like an extraordinary pearl,
a dropp of dew plunges from the flowering petals;
fragrant peach tree in the early morning mist.
Cooing doves in the background;
peace and tranquility runs through me
as all pain rushes from my mortal self.
Passion returns in the midst of all this beauty,
for He has shown me the splendor of His ways.
I am no longer the sole player in my life.
He is the only pill I need to take on a daily basis.
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