Echoes in the rain
of a long lost prayer
resonate around a silent room.
Iced feathers, as from Angels’s drift
Engulf my soul, my heart, my world
With blessings of love renewed.
Ink Pantry
Curators of Fine Words
Echoes in the rain
of a long lost prayer
resonate around a silent room.
Iced feathers, as from Angels’s drift
Engulf my soul, my heart, my world
With blessings of love renewed.