Wednesday, July 17, 2013

There by the window in white ,

There by
The sun as glided by
Upon her white
Counting beads
Rosary like
O how
She onto her came...
A life full of peace
And
Love
A
Bane...

O how she the other
Feels surprised...
O how
Love
Takes in all the Light!

And...
More of light
Just
Emanates...
And she
Be
Comes
Calming
A
Light
Bright
Yet mellowed...
Softened...
By
her
Devote...
Counting
Rosary beads,
As seeds
Of
HOPE...

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