Epitaph On a Nameless Grave
I've heard roots digging underground for me'
they need my concentrated pain to blossom
in whispered scent of angels bringing Spring
and pure white Hope of finding ageless Love
Copyright © Iolanda Scripca | Year Posted 2013
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