By Myra Lochner
Im- mortality closes wings to honour us by treading on our earthly path mere wounded mortal beings then hear the sound of Love: soft, soft trailing of a feathery veil faintly audible Whiteness of soul's gentle Dove myraWritten March 6th, 2002 © on Mar 06 2002 10:41 AM PST, Myra Lochner love • hope
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