
Painting by Michel Keck
Version One – originally posted March 2013
what exotic wood
soaked by noble blood of redemption
grains our pedestrian souls
Version Two
what noble wood
blest by blood of redemption
grains the skeptic soul
Painting by Michel Keck
Version One – originally posted March 2013
what exotic wood
soaked by noble blood of redemption
grains our pedestrian souls
Version Two
what noble wood
blest by blood of redemption
grains the skeptic soul
Writer Lynne Sargent
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