The Morning Child

The Morning Child

A Poem by Perdition

She smiled and all the days of darkness ceased. The world, as if by some internal candle or perchance in love's calamity was again lit and warmed and all creatures of godliness turned their eyes toward heaven's wick to anoint their tiny souls in our sudden delightful spring.

© 2017 Perdition


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