IMAGES FROM THE DARK ROOM: CHASING RAINBOWS

Monday, September 9, 2013

CHASING RAINBOWS

CHASING RAINBOWS Sometimes Spiraled sunbeams Slip and sliver through clouds Like golden fingers from heaven Touching earth As that tearful Mother Once touched Her newborn Son Snuggled in rags And you think If you could stand there In the direct path Of those golden fingers, Of that golden light,... Sign in to see full entry.

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