Shelly's Poetry: With Folded Hands

Sunday, December 14, 2008

With Folded Hands

WITH FOLDED HANDS The silhouette on bended knee appeared to harrow up his soul. The transgressor had thrown HIS SOUL in the dust of futility before he considered the FOUNTAIN OF THE LORD. The whisper of despair echoed in the stillness of the evening vigil. The morning’s sunrise, clad in orange,... Sign in to see full entry.

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