by Ethel Mortenson Davis
You came to tell me
this morning
that he was gone,
but last night
when the dread came
and overwhelmed me,
I knew.
You see, love
transcends space and time.
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
You came to tell me
this morning
that he was gone,
but last night
when the dread came
and overwhelmed me,
I knew.
You see, love
transcends space and time.
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