The Morning ChildA Poem by PerditionShe 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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Added on February 23, 2017 Last Updated on February 23, 2017 AuthorPerditionVAAboutTwo quids from the clown of a soul: Keep writing, otherwise I refer to Mr. Cobain below, till then go " to dream of untriangulated stars" Mr. Robinson... more..Writing
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