Merchants Heaven
Between the dawn of ends and time empires wept wealthy
where glints of pillars vanished beyond the grass,
alone quiet merchants beneath joined will and turned the gates of golden riches
where tombs set dust and shadows upon a lonely grief and bid a final silent
sunlight...farewell...
Copyright © Julie Lawson | Year Posted 2007
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