Turning Water Into Wine
Spying the edge be, her cliff ? Bright, blue skies; endless....
Spreading these their wings, to catch love's breeze; soaring ?
While warm tears, kiss the corners in, quivering lips; liquid gold
Sunlight, dashing past melting stars ? Rainbows weep, joy; His child.
Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2013
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