Heaven Bestows
Catherine yawned today
made no mention of the prix
she had to pay
Love is a cussing word
She did the best she could
Gonna reinvent the wheel
The swallow always knows
and the doughty willow
fades to grey
And how heaven bestows
whispers to her flock
but we turn ourselves
into vessels of hope
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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