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Knees pled

  • Writer: Mahogany Smiles
    Mahogany Smiles
  • Nov 13, 2025
  • 1 min read

Filthy feet no longer tred

The roses that bed my burdens

End the trampling on seeds of mercy

The traffic triples

Still imprints refrain from the mud;

Armor barricades my garden

The roots take breath again

A protective force

Is felt

In the form of a fence

Sense of God & self

Discernment reigns on

Her Meadows

Peace grows again

 
 
 

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