Suzanne
.
Such has passed
the flower
her soft touch
her
pure loveliness
allure
comeliness
such has passed
the precious days
which count
she was born
Such shall not pass
the promise
from the One who
did raise our Lord
“to raise all
who are His”
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2011
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