Joys, Blessings, and Poetry

Sharing What Brings My Life The Greatest Joy Through Poetry

Harsh painful images

Sway his golden

Countenance as he treads

The sands of

Distant shores,

His heart shuttering

From very bad images

Left on his young mind,

Once carefree

Now darkened but

Trying to open and

Letting cleansing

Light guide him home again

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