Being a leper all my life I search for some truth I seek to be cleansed Spiritual, not a word in my vocabulary Never heard of the notion actually Leprosy does not allow time for soul-searching A social pariah, a scourge, a despicable bane I crave to forsake My skin flaking off in scales like…
via The ten Lepers — The Poetry Project
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Congratulations
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Thank you so much, Derrick!Finally, the weather is sunny after a few days raining! I am so glad summer is here!☺️
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Fascinating poem, Sophia, and congratulations on its publication. It was interesting to read what inspired you to write this one. 🙂
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Thank you so very much, my dear friend!
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