In the ground the cracks show,
The remnants of hail and snow.
Although the storm has long since passed,
The residue will always last.
In this place of wilting flowers,
She anticipates the closing hours.
Her petals fall through the ground,
Lost forever, never found.
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Being Catholic Today
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confessions are self-serving
out of this world
Bluebell Ranch Sweden
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A Pilgrimage Through Sanity.
"Be Yourself, whom I value most"
The Ridges of Intertextuallity
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