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color me with flowers
every hour
something stoic
someone strangely
perfect
I fought so hard
to be so good
you would lie
and tie my soul
to anchors in the sand
now demand your peace
chase me away
from gray days
and fake people
who point at the steeple
of hypocrisy
while Charity walks
by in the ditch across
the street
with grimy feet
without Sunday shoes
or hopeless blues
but whistles to freedom
and truth
with the warm rain
that refreshes the heart
when the stars call
at the close of day
remember
for most of His life
he had nowhere for his head
to even lay
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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