Fallen O’ beautiful death release me, From winters so long and so cold. My skeleton lies naked and fragile. O’ beautiful decay reinvent me, So I may live again, bright and bold. My flesh is a feast soft and vulnerable. O’ beautiful spirit’s new adventure, In flowing growth born from the old. My body arisesContinue reading “Fallen”
Circumscribed by her warm smile, Feelings of comfort, memories of Home flutter, falling falling with Winters’ white grace. © David R. Durham To receive Blog updates, click on the +Follow on your screen.