When All the Dust Settles Down
the black tea pot and
the red kettle
we both sit
upon the crimson red stove
we take all the heat
from this
physical world but
we manage
our spiritual souls
to survive
when all the dust
settles down
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2011
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