Posted on April 15, 2017 by Means of Grace
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Rising emerged as one was my downfall. There were no parts but a congealed unit That announced itself by agreeing. So I divided and let each part conquer with its own language, that came from one word. They speak of joyful destruction. And one…
Category: Ecumenical Travels, VirginiaTags: Bird, Easter, Poem, Rebirth, Whole
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