Like a Child BornA Poem by Alfred Kukitzscreams!Like a Child Born The plain rips a starkness of beauty across your horizon Dry, cold air meets your bundled body The air bleeds a silence of glory right out of your imagination It's morning and a cold December visits consciousness Somehow you wonder how you see it all How it feels as it's crosses the boundary of understanding Your steps arrive in one moment at a time There is no lie here The silence roars like a child born! © 2016 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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