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To This Sock in My Soul

 

There's something in my mouth,

  far-reaching to my soul,

     and I can't utter a prayer His way.

 

I taste the colors,

 and I know it tastes worldly

in the worst ways.

 

Yet it satiates

  in the most horrible ways

 

(Like a child on Christmas

who loves his candy.

 

He knows there is still

a holiday ham

that could fulfill him

in the real way.

 

But what child would resist?).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • PrabhuDayal Khattar silver member
    December 26, 2008

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    Very softly you are moving towards the point of the heart of yours..love the move and its flow..wonderful work indeed...thanks for sharing