Monday, September 7, 2015

Easter 3 Comments

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I adore you, the nights of Easter.
At them like every branch is burned
Writong of all my sins is missed now.
And the scroll to the shreds is torn.
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Liza Sud
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Sranisha Francis 25 September 2015

Earth seems boundless, time seems endless, A very good thoughtful poem.

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