Their Rosary Prayers
She willed in tempered frosts
that hidden,
without consternation
the pew should call his name
Pale pink shadow,
of hushed cheek
Knowing her rose in origin,
and passages through,
a shameful pride began his edifice,
as her joys sculpted his rituals
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