The Peace Of The Dead Poem by Patti Masterman
The Peace Of The Dead
A dagger, a chalice,
A heart filled with dread;
Invisible palace-
The peace of the dead.
A war and a promise
That's better not said,
No more doubting Thomas:
The populace bled.
with promises and Thomases i can see much to dread but palaces and chalices shouldn't leave one dead seems i forgot my dagger mystery anyone bled Great as always P (just had to write smiles)
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4/25/2024 8:55:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
oh I wish this was longer it's so perfect