Gifts Poem by Roger Pratz

Gifts



And so the
lightning
struck
Not once
not twice
but thrice!
in a manner
that wrought and wrung
all sorts of excite
All could see their
chosen burden
All could now be satisfied
in falling behind

Thursday, May 25, 2017
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