Mingling PrayersA Poem by Cherrie
Heaven’s tears
freely flow, falling fast. Mingling with the prayers of men. Making a celestial mist of praise. That dances upon the wind. As the waning moon, yawns for rest. His fading smile slipped away, to return again at the end of day. The finishing touch of morning peaks- With- sunrise's simple splendor, swathed with morning dew. © 2021 CherrieReviews
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