The living windowsill heaves in shyness
dappled moon flowers readily indolent,
Saint Joan alone shone in salient hope.
Ambient light peculiarly treads on others' footsteps,
as reticent prays find tearfulness enough
to make the Angels cry,
egress only,
until we've drunk our Peace.
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
The living windowsill heaves in shyness
dappled moon flowers readily indolent,
Saint Joan alone shone in salient hope.
Ambient light peculiarly treads on others' footsteps,
as reticent prays find tearfulness enough
to make the Angels cry,
egress only,
until we've drunk our Peace.
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