BridegroomA Poem by Lucretia Meerim Chosen OneThis moment should last forever, written down; signed. Dated, in the oceans of our times. What seizes me is silence; without verbiage. Without a trace of snares, The somehow hint of angels; blessing you and blessing me. I cannot see into the future, and my own past, is but a shadow of a thought. What heralds us in, then, The cup, the waiting Son; whose velvet robes, say, "Faithful One."
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2 Reviews Added on September 8, 2023 Last Updated on September 8, 2023 AuthorLucretia Meerim Chosen OneBishkek, KyrgyzstanAboutI am a poet, narcissist, and scapegoat for The Apocalypse more..Writing
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