Beauty doesn’t live…
by dan ankers
The shores of land apportioned so
where dwells the lepers, lives the row
that sanguine smile, fallen on much harsher times
as humankind
Still reflects the light of a thousand tomorrows
and burns with the boiling from deep within
the earth
I call that church
you call it the shore
That same lives within one kid
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