“Triumph…”

by A_F_R_O_W

When I cried for you,

my pride could not be denied for you.

A twinkling teardrop exploded… or twenty-two.

Like the prize gifted to you.

Like raiment, right through you.

Like “I pray”, meant, true.

Sent and returned, love grew.

Beyond the world,

Glory smiles and shares you, too.

 

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