To All Poem by Dean Meredith

To All



Oh
How the mighty fall
And fall
And fall
And David
Lays on clay
But raises
To the sun
A golden cup
For all
For all
A cry rings out
A sermon call
No bells
No temple
Peace
To all

Sunday, July 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: peace
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