Noel 2016

The desert wind blows and sand stings her legs.

She screams and her breath becomes rapid.

The war torn ghetto is not her salvation.

But what she carries within will be.

Her eyes dilate as she sees without eyes.

The moment is frozen Sublime.

He caresses what she brings forth and a quickening rolls within him.

The stars align echoing Redemption.

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Nick Finocchio