The Offering, by George Chow
It must have been my kindness.
Allow neighborhood's wild cat pass by my yard,
welcome them by the water faucet near by.
And their are growning at nights..
made me think of the family might.
Might be the daughter searching God's sight.
But i found a dead bird's blood line,
made me sad..
it must have been my kindness.
let the wild cat offering a kind.
And there are growning at nights..
voices of the daughter is searching God's sight.
|Posted: 2016-08-09 04:41:20 UTC|
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