I MACKENZIE KNIGHT I A CHILD OF WRATH A GOD OF LOVE I FALLEN ANGELS EXPOSED I

CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 2                                                                                                               page-122 HOME Ocean window A view whispers Shell language From a prehistoric surf It comes and gathers me I hear the warmest breeze A travelling wind A ghost that survives In stale air Soft and obscene Some part of me drifts at it Down old shadow roads My familiar surroundings I beat lightly and glow Somewhere back there I love A blue place I shut my window And hide my face.      This website is part of my personal testimony that has been guided by The Holy Spirit and written in Jesus' name.

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