Sunday, May 6, 2012

something new.

Purpose
cleanses the soul
like soft rains
dribbling down
from the vast
and gray sky.

It refreshes.
It guides.

For without it
the soul
begins to dry
and shrivel.
And soon,
without nourishment,
it becomes like the
desert -- cracked
and arid and full
of dust. 

1 comment:

  1. I like it. I don't think it's your best. It's a bit 'obvious,' if you know what I mean, but I like it nonetheless. I actually needed something like this just now.

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