NaPoWriMo: Day 19

 
SALVATION
 
I sliced peaches
still hot from the sun
into a cerulean bowl
filled with cold white milk.
If I could place
a bite of sweet fruit
on the tongue
of every madman
like it was holy communion,
the world would be saved.
For how could anyone
know the beauty
of a warm peach
and cold milk
without tasting redemption?
 
 
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