Yellow tides that bind,
To my dreadful toes
Cleanse me;
Awash the dark stows.
Like His strength,
That purified thousands,
And thousands of His foes—
Just like what He did to me.
I chose, and I chose only—
The kind of cleanse that was present,
A really long time ago,
From my voice, which was feeble and low.
Cleanse me once again,
So gentle, so discreet
Forever I appreciate,
Your calm and still.
I believe in You—
To awash my dreadful toes
Cleanse me, for a lot of times,
That You may completely knew.
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Ups and Downs: Short Poems ✔
PoetryBook 1 of the "Short Poems" series. This book contains all the poems that I wrote over the past years. (100 SHORT POEMS AVAILABLE) (BEST IN BLACK BACKGROUND) (COMPLETED) - - - Copyright © 2019 by Pawerr14 All Rights Reserved
