Raising the Dead
Velvet soft, like rose petals, these thoughts
Free falling like rain drops unto the thirsty earth
Rivulets break cobwebs washing dust prints away
Seeping through a wall of steel formed by time
Will they raise the dead; roll the stone away?
~*~
Copyright © Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2013
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