Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Sunday, September 11, 2016
soup sharing
this world is awful at times
when it graces us with bruises and old limbs
too tired to walk or slouch
then it graces us with those who are kind
to share soup or bring them to our door
when we cannot stand.
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