Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived.
Your silhouette -mine
snow flutters
upon the earth
We stand
our umbilical cord
severed
as God turns His head
I ran away
to never look back
and you got lost
along the way
our whiter than snow -bled.
Love the pic, J!
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Thank you V πππΆπΆ
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