Do Not Weep For Me

 Do not weep me

Grieving over my fall from grace

For he forgave me

And I outpaced the echoes

Of each demon's stalking stride.


Once upon a time

I shared bread he broke

And sipped wine he blessed.

Colin Ian Jeffery


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