The Seer of Bethlehem
The blind seer
Of Bethlehem,
Took my hand,
And I felt naked,
Humbled,
Before him.
He saw deep
Inside of me,
Through all
My turmoil,
And declined
Payment,
Though his
Barefoot children,
Played around us,
Saying
I would be
Paying,
All my life.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2008-08-25 at 19:31
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