The God Of Compassion Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

The God Of Compassion



I go on stuffing my shadows in my mouth.
They shape my words.
My words shape my prayers.
My prayers shape my God:
The one whose body weeps too the shasows.




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from www.trilogyofthemirrors.com

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