It isn’t my place
To impose judgement on you
I am not perfect
.
My flaws glisten in the sun
Like a mirror to my soul
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
It isn’t my place
To impose judgement on you
I am not perfect
.
My flaws glisten in the sun
Like a mirror to my soul
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
From Heaven falls tears
Washing man’s filth from this earth.
Is that not called love?
Could any Father do more
To heal wounds of his children?
He weeps for our souls,
Our loss of humanity
Once gifted to us,
Dismissed in lieu of greed
Yet denied by the greedy.
Is this not our way,
To walk through life in blindness
Avoiding our flaws?
Then in our reckoning hour
We beg for His forgiveness.
How foolish we are
Destroying so many lives
All for bits of gold.
In the end what did this buy,
But a road leading to Hell.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
By D. R. DiFrancesco
The blue moon’s warmth
Draws out man’s primal urges
Seeding lust and love.
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Love’s tempest…flowers
Brilliantly in early spring
Pollinating zeal.
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Love, tender and sweet
Caresses my troubled heart
Putting me at ease.
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Do not condemn me
For flaws in my character
I am imperfect.