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Stained Lives

  • Gerry Toner
  • Nov 11, 2020
  • 1 min read

The stain is gone

Gone, gone, gone

My eyes lifted

Like a bird in song


I feel the breath

Of love, love, love

My heart has shifted

Moving into a warm glove


The beat of life

Life, life, life

Running tagging laughing

Like children running rife

 
 
 

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