Like a prayer in the ocean
I rise above the wave, see?
My petals wet, my thorns
untouched.
To the shore, so gentle!
Category: Poetry Readings
S.O.S., Poetry by Linda Gallant
The oppressed
Shall we ever convince each other that our religions are full of holes and that we lack total understanding and true respect
Love would set us free
Chains can break
Eyes could lock
Arms could embrace
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