My life a poem, forego the count,
that comes in threes and fours
The space between to catch new breath,
that time may now allure
These moments gifted more than once,
now constant in their prayer
Whose vow will cast the river wide,
—new words to baptize there
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2017)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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