My Heart is nailed with the snow

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My heart is nailed
With the snow

The water is half-cold, and it
Runs slow

Sorrow is washed, purified with
The salt that settles on the shore

The blood thickens, as the dark
Turns to silvery gold

Tears remind my soul
We are mortal and our head
needs a permanent abode

Lies, the shred of my heart
In a cathedral filled with
Casket of love

MO.

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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