Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Swaying

Little songs in gentle screeds
With their soft harmonic cries
Loving voices, quiet reeds
Playing sleepy lullabies
And all the world in deafening drone
Made of hearts stamped of stone
If they would listen instead of groan
To the peaceful angel sighs
Planting hopeful contented seeds




God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey

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