Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Aroma #414
Aroma Your fragrance wraps around my wounds like towel by which You gird the solace of Your naked Self engulfed in Ghost and Word which, floating on a perfumed breeze, does look down as I stay my feet to rest in what You've blessed for me to do today. |
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Aroma #414
Aroma #414