Poem -
Tiny winters prayer
Black fridays god
Tiny little winter prayer
treading soft
on stolen cloaks of frozen air
where will your voice end
if no echo comes back
silent the whisper
sorry my little winter prayer
scarfs of blue sky
stride beside you in fretted plough
Tiny little winter prayer
running through stained streets
breaking on glass window shores
rebounding into pangs of hunger
homeless jaw
Tiny little winters prayer
 no longer can afford
GOD
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Well written angel
keep writing