Walking in the furrow of a
a black night,
a brilliant sunny dawn rush
in in winds armada, smashing the congealed acidic cold of dubious clouds of the tyrant skies.
Then a wild wide smile, in a
wafting voice, fluttering with
bouts of excitement, on the earth
swollen face, raining down in gush
of balm of healing and love from
the celestial splendor , drowning
us in cherubims and Seraphims.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
Walking in the furrow of a
a black night,
a brilliant sunny dawn rush
in in winds armada, smashing the congealed acidic cold of dubious clouds of the tyrant skies.
Then a wild wide smile, in a
wafting voice, fluttering with
bouts of excitement, on the earth
swollen face, raining down in gush
of balm of healing and love from
the celestial splendor , drowning
us in cherubims and Seraphims.
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