
float flames, fastened fears
frittered frail, float falcons
flip fingers, flip fortunes
funneled faiths, fresh fabrics
floats freedom, forgone fears
firmament folds, follies found
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float flames, fastened fears
frittered frail, float falcons
flip fingers, flip fortunes
funneled faiths, fresh fabrics
floats freedom, forgone fears
firmament folds, follies found
What made her smile what made her day . What did she see where there was only waste and dismay. This Queen of refugees what took her mind and made her pleased.
A friend, a lover that she had thought she’d lost? A child even, wars demand such a high cost. Something in this veil of tears relieved her pain and soothed her fears .
From the depths of deep despair she found something, someone for whom she cared. A sudden joy crossed her face and a smile exploded spreading a fall out of pure grace . What did she see what was her gift from God that lightened up this wasteland where starving refugees trod.
That is something we shall never know and I thank God that she had that moments glow. Such regal beauty in her face , may she fair well in God’s good grace.