inner circle smile
contentedly new altars
demand precious
metal
silver gold
platinum is worthy of a God
gems
will receive divine favours
givers
give time fleeced
when ripe harvest gathered
is ready for reaping
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem