Posted in of the mind, poetry

In Chorus, We Sin

07/30/2019

And when your weary soul forgets
the taste of heaven’s sin
behold thy sacred warm regretful
vows of what has been
on and on, and on once more
in scarlet ink emblazoned
oh don’t you hear that melody
of anguish left unchastened?

Now sing.

featured image by avogado6


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Hi! I'm Rose. I fancy myself a poet sometimes... But really, I'm just a dreamer- a wonder wanderer. Words are my photo albums.

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