Rose Mary Boehm: Words for the Unspeakable
Ghosts are already rising, singing their silent song
of loss; accusing, whispering, searching, blinded,
for their olive tree.
December 2, 2024 · 6 Comments
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Ghosts are already rising, singing their silent song
of loss; accusing, whispering, searching, blinded,
for their olive tree.