Strands of Turquoise
Friday, July 6, 2012
Fire and Brimstone
Fire and brimstone -- let them rage
and bleed and spill upon the page
till fire's spent and brimstone's cold;
anguish lonely, wound of old.
Come rest poor head upon kind knee --
warm hand to hold,
sweet comfort for thee.
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