And in this frigid hour, when the earth
smells of human dust and is so sad,
I want to knock on every door
and beg forgiveness of I don’t know whom,
and bake bits of fresh bread for him,
here, in the oven of my heart. . .
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Thanks for sharing that song and that performance. Louis is a favorite of mine.
This is beautiful and bursting with humanity. More humanity is needed between mankind. I love when poetry is able to express this burning need for kindness and compassion for other human beings. ❤🐇💛🐇💕💙🌷🌸😄💛❤
Much love,
Annie💜
You are so right, Annie.