Solemn Rows Of Ivory Stone,
Etched In Blood Of Those Gone Home,
To Be With Him.
Never Ending Flow Of Love,
From The Place That Is Above,
Reminds Us Of Them.
Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2013
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