Creed Poem by Richard Wlodarski

Creed

Rating: 2.3


To clean the mind
Of all the crap
That's so screwed up
And cry no more
To think the clean
Of all the dirt
That festers soul
And die no more
To do the crap
That's so messed up
But cleans the mind
Nourishes soul

Tuesday, March 22, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: mystical philosophy
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