In a fine filigree of lace,
the light drizzle draped
itself about our shoulders
and bejewelled our hair
so that it glittered in the
early morning light.
THE WALK
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
In a fine filigree of lace,
the light drizzle draped
itself about our shoulders
and bejewelled our hair
so that it glittered in the
early morning light.