PEACEFUL WHITSUNTIDE
PEACEFUL WHITSUNTIDE Chimes at the brink of dusk alert the temple mice. The organ player snores strung across the virgin’s bust. Reverent fervors barked through tinted glass The chalice pours its granite wine Amidst the passion rose our Saviour’s past Among the flames arched the devil’s spine to spark the mortal rust. Crawl from the […]
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