A lost Soul Looking for its mate
#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat
At the end of God's to meet,
Visible are the bones inside the meat
A...
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat
At the end of God's to meet,
Visible are the bones inside the meat
A...