Fallen Rifts
Love
is what
I needed
to find the place
where I had fallen.
Crack of dawn runs fingers
of lace through the fallen rifts
where Love caressed, and molded me.
Where its bright radiance once spoke of
memories and dreams loose in silken streams.
Copyright © Debbie Walker | Year Posted 2019
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