confessed sins travel
from ear to lip
from lip to ear
until the confessor
recognises her own sin
in vain
poetry and some more
poetry and some more
confessed sins travel
from ear to lip
from lip to ear
until the confessor
recognises her own sin
in vain
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Very interesting, Sonya. :)
Dear Sonya,
Thank you for this poem.
Waking up is a struggle.
All good wishes,
robert