Unread
There is improbability in the air,The sky seems unsure to pour.Faith is not a fear of drought,But a soul reaching for rain.
I see my prayers land slowly,In some apocryphal tome,Forsaken by a reader's gaze,Pulsing with uncertainty.
Somewhere on a screen up high,A notification ping,Ignored by heavenly hosts,Serving the canonical.
Though I wallow in my sins,Taunted by my own desires,There comes a solemn momentWhen I dream of some heaven.
A fragile thought appears,A prayer, a wish, a gasp.I […]
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