Knees pled
- 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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