Heaven's Peak

a fall from grace

By Veronica Published about a year ago • 1 min read

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unbeknownst to hell

white wings came swirling downward

surrendering grace

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Veronica

I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.

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