from the threshing floor – 8 On 2018121220181212 By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems she felt the empty promise of the long evening burning like sulfur drifting into the dolor of other’s priorities To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMore Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading…