Challenge
Challenge of the Week CXXXII
Fall from Grace. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Fall On Grace
Ballpoint tears, my fountain pens
Quill dipped ’neath Horizon’s rim
Clouds of thought sail sunlight, dim
Crimson, east to west, I swim
Full moon flush with Sun’s embrace
Evening, scattered stars enlace
Heaven writ in double space
Endless waters fall from grace
Papyrus creased; pressed flowers age
Bound within worn leather’s cage
Silence sheered, each gilded page
Echoes; wisdom’s ancient sage
Worries drowned in well of ink
Weightless; sorrow’s anvil sinks
Heart of grey now blush with pink
To fall on grace with everything
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