As rain upon he road to hell
the burning coals of murderers
fall in a thousand pieces fall

Have mercy on us all for we
are mourning for the meadow flowers
rise little butterflies rise

© Gail Foster 23rd May 2017

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Why are you wearing those spectacles blue? Here are some glasses of roseate hue; take off the old pair and put on the new, and see if the world won’t look brighter to you.

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