Micro-Poetry #4



Snowfall on the tide,

Gleaming whiteness in pride;

As stormier shores try hide,

Know that in purity you can confide.



Un-cracked pavements:

Of subliminal afterthoughts,

Of sins,

Of virtue;

Virtuous paths of righteousness.




Burning a hole in freedom’s reign,

Extinguished by downpour of rain,

And the light of atoned sins.


Happy writing folks!

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