* * *
Her old hands shake
but they would rather be stilled
forever
Than fail to
light the evening lamp
That stands guard
to the image
Of her Beloved.
* * *
Dedicated to the woman who knows the Vishnu Sahasranamam by heart.
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Poetry"I let them bleed for me. I let the words dig up What the eyes can't see." A collection of small, personal poems. Copyright: ©Queenofquixotic Cover Design: @procrastinity
