Wind blows through cold bones;
Icicles form on sad souls
As hot air blows out:
No one should see their life’s worth
Put up to a legal vote.
“Sad Souls” by The Distracted Pastor, 2019
Wind blows through cold bones;
Icicles form on sad souls
As hot air blows out:
No one should see their life’s worth
Put up to a legal vote.
“Sad Souls” by The Distracted Pastor, 2019