To the corals laughter
To the vibrating rhythmic sounds of a golden display,
Listen to the silence that comes there after,
The statues all a turn in their potential ways.
Cover, the eyes and find the solace;
That comes in seconds of moments in everyday
A preacher and a mother
Lovely with each other,drawing curtains to hide their supposed shame...
MadamElle 26-30, F 2 Responses 3 Sep 1, 2012