Evening Orison
Beneath the candles of the sky
I find my altar brown
The cushions damp upon the ground
And for leafless ceiling sigh
Against this its vain to pray
The climate constant change
Yet is my custom at end of day
To thank him for the strange
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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