Solo Poem by Robert Roberts

Solo



The mind wanders
for days at end alone in
the shallow ends of the water
awaiting the tide currents
wash away my sins oh gentle one
purify me in the blood of the savior
light my paths and gently aid
my steps
if these feet no longer walk
give me the strength needed to crawl
twinkle up high with all your
beauty my stars
like a million fire flies

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Robert Roberts

Robert Roberts

Anse La Raye, St. Lucia
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