Return of the Holy Ghost

Inner angel’s chamber walls are lined with the down of the mild weeds having shown grace to upon the brittle kisses October’s last gasping cry for hope held in patient and pious prayer…
Could you not see her light held within the cocoon or hear the hummingbird’s melody resounding in the dew upon the Last Rose of Summer gathered at the foot of the Iron Wood tree, She will scent the storax when Spring comes again …
Wings wound about Her naked countenance sad sins saded or happy harem horned, She suffers the same fate To Be when Semblance at last comes for his swollen sucker and phantom phaery feast… 

{From: Songs of Love’s Soul}

 © 2014 Carla Dawn Dunlap All Rights Reserved
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