Freeform Friday: Shine

Shine
by Belinda Roddie

If I had a gold coin for every
happy Yule spent, I'd feed
the beggar sleeping in snow
as if it were eiderdown,
and then he'd walk to the edge
of the earth where he could be
carried by angels before his fall
brought him to bloody, desecrated
earth and winter's angry paws.



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