Prayer
is all I have left
when the last leaden layers
of that old forsaken life
get forcibly scraped off,
thrown away,
and the newness of being,
put on like fresh raiment,
clean linen
brings thoughts, pure
like a newborn babe.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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