The Glory,  Rose

 (  Always,  at Last  )

  

 

Here,  inSighed Your Velvet Petals,

 where Your Heart,  Your Music, 

 and Your Story,  begin to unFold,

 I fall,  toward every Breath,  every

Song,  and every Page withIn,  yes I

fall,  Ever slowly and Ever softly, 

toward Your Mysteries, 

      unTold . . .

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 from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The Eleventh DoveTale – The Shelter of Kindness