The Poetry of R Vermilion
Friday, August 5, 2016
That Knew No Dawn
Glory glory glory
So much glory
Glory that fills everything
Glory that burns
Glory that sweeps away the chaff
Glory that makes broken things new
Glory that cannot be tarnished or broken or stained
Except once, for 33 years.
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