Confession Poem by Rita Cerniglia

Confession



Your truth burns my lips, so I take little sips,
gradually, by degrees, coming to grips.
Holy Water from your faucet drips.
Like lies from lips,
each slips.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Vinod Kumar 13 March 2010

Honoured the honest confession......Good lines,10+

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Siddharth Singh 12 March 2010

This one leaves me amazed. Brilliant to say the least.

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Kim Davies 07 March 2010

Wow, such a powerful poem. So few words yet speaks volumes.

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