Leonell EchaJuly 28, 20201min20750highlighted Related Articles Poetry The Good Society Poetry open more doors Poetry in the ground PoetryA kind of Prayer I say a prayer To heal things I can’t deal with Head bowed and eyes closed. What better way to Sin repeatedly and say A prayer to cleanse Hope for things I know Grief for those I can’t control The point is pointless. Hypermind Prev10 of 10Next postClick Next To Continue Reading This Post