over my shoulder the bells of her
church
above me the sky of her room
her sighs in the passageways of my heart
and the sermon of her religion in the bells that ring
the moon and the stars in the night are more lonely than I
I feel them in the night when she sighs on the wind
that comes through the window of my room
A devotional in the truest sense… beautifully written
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Thank you, Tony. 🙂
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