Lasting letters,
Falling as petals,
Taken my soul away.
Angel feathers,
Loving dear freckles,
God calling us today.
For when we die,
Of prancing meadows,
What more can we so say?
Upon clouds shy,
No need to say why,
For the divine to pray.
Alas we are,
Never old far…
Mar 19, 2022
Mar 19, 2022 at 6:12 PM UTC
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