4 years ago
Joy Palmer
'And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
Irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses , restored, never
to be the same , whisper to us ,
They existed. They existed,
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.'
£25.00 (+ £6.25 Gift Aid)