Our grace is everlasting
coded in our genes
and time fades
to cobwebs faced with Love
and Faith and Truth
a trinity so much to be desired
so dearly sought, so seldom found
in our unsettled joinings
seeking to shut out
the void.
My wings fill with blood
stretch wide, steal air
and make the down sweep
starting the leap
to forever
making that my now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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