Sin

Hills hide vision silently,
soul climbs naked high,
lights the sin decisively;
prophet dims the fire.

Close the angels gather,
heal the scar of life,
embrace the self unholy;
bring an end to strife.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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