Monday, April 22, 2024

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Two, Poem Twenty-One

Progress
 
I will pray
for a time
that's never
existed.
 
There's a 
difference 
between 
miracles
 
and fiction
of past 
that forgets
body counts.

1 comment:

paper cutting glass said...

Lovely sentiment for a day that malignes the ugly and celebrates what we do love: Earth Day, a grand place to live, always opening more doors, as our mad brothers close them.