Dear Agape,
I want to be like you
Penetrate the veins of my soul
Purify them as though they are winding through a mountain spring's channels
Make me like the water in Puerto Williams, Chile
Before I must go
Back to be with the stars
Paint my aura orange
Dress me in a white robe
So that wherever I go from there
I will no longer suffer
With Gratitude,
A Great Admirer
About the Creator
J.M. Powell
You can make anything by writing. -C.S. Lewis
I'm a current undergraduate English with Track in Creative Writing major.
My passion is to spread what it means to love.
My published chapbooks of poetry: Quantum Leap Overmorrow
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"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
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Great😉👍💬