The rose.
She bowed her head in prayer …
She was carried through the silence of night,
In her tears…
She was held through her cries,
... With a whisper…
She was grounded to earth,
by a thin weighted line of glory.
Her head was lifted, on the breeze
in the morning dew…
To tell her story…
© jan leree 2012
She bowed her head in prayer …
She was carried through the silence of night,
In her tears…
She was held through her cries,
... With a whisper…
She was grounded to earth,
by a thin weighted line of glory.
Her head was lifted, on the breeze
in the morning dew…
To tell her story…
© jan leree 2012
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