The Shroud
The sky is a lively witness to waiting
The light shines it rays outwards
For those who see, it shines a beacon in a dark place
It resonates mystery
But the dance moves on without you
Only the rich burn umber smell of time remains
Copyright © Alfred Chan | Year Posted 2011
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