Jul 2017
Gather the dust
of my
father
Kneel upon
the grit
of the ancients
Burn away
what's inside me,
the curse
I know
Peaceful breathe
replaces
anguished air
piercing my heart
purified blood
flows
of my
father
Kneel upon
the grit
of the ancients
Burn away
what's inside me,
the curse
I know
Peaceful breathe
replaces
anguished air
piercing my heart
purified blood
flows
