Night falls, your soul's desert blooms in white.
Blossoms of fruit, pulp of arid salvation,
blood-red and crowned with thorns.
The High Priestess
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
'The High Priestess' and a Poem By Samuel Peralta
Here is a moving poem by Samuel Peralta, which I feel reflects aspects of 'The High Priestess' . Visit his blog to read more of his beautiful and moving works.
Night falls, your soul's desert blooms in white.
Night falls, your soul's desert blooms in white.
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