ESTHER'S CROWN
ESTHER'S CROWN I soar to skies and rest on clouds A soft wind puffs; it stirs pink gauze. Songs flow in air; the white maid smiles She casts Her crown; stars rain to kiss the hearts of men who ring Her robe. No pang will stab their acts born true for She brims love that burns red snakes and beams... Sign in to see full entry.