| Darkness paints empty spaces Tombs white as snow, Angels flying among the crosses Burning candles, flames aglow. Bones on the earth Ivory pearls rebirth Swinging palms to freedom, Glowing blessed kingdom Completely to merge In hues of yellow-orange dusk. rose flores martinez |
Sunday, October 23, 2011
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The Miracle
THE MIRACLE By Ben Crisp and Rose Flores The coffee was still too hot, so I cradled the foam cup between my knees and lit my last ...
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