when the impurities of men
are covered by
the blanket from above:
white and pure,
makes me secure
that:
the gift of god,
is always pure,
and I...
must depart the way i arrived
not covered with a white cloth
but with my body surrounded by
a purified soul.
We should all try to strive to leave with such purity. Thank you for sharing
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Thank You Kelly Kurt, The life experiences teaches us all. At times in a moment alone, as i reflect upon those teachings, i jot them down in a poetic firm. This is a page of my diary.