The Pulse Of Love - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
BUBBLING pigeons spill on the floor,
a shadow slips in, and a clock begines
to snore .
WONDERING lights push the darkness away,
then in its place, a night light, and
a plate of your very best.
SORRY jesus, they dont believe in you,
or the ways of love.
THE clocks wakes up, your on your feet,
you throw off the covers, and get dressed
for another day.
SORRY jesus, they dont believe in you, or
the ways of love.
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