Flashes of red,
Slivers of mustard yellow,
An eyelid shivering in prayer.
Quiet stone
Soaking in fervent words,
The heart's steady beat,
Echoing in the silence.
Slivers of mustard yellow,
An eyelid shivering in prayer.
Quiet stone
Soaking in fervent words,
The heart's steady beat,
Echoing in the silence.
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