Afterthought
Gleaming in glorious grace,
While holding, whole hearted.
Keeping this kind killed case,
And deploying the departed.
Educating everyone,
Still, birth serenades’ souls.
Dead ones cries are undone.
I am the one with my controls..
Copyright © Tara Shaw | Year Posted 2011
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