Reverence Lost 2019
All reverence is lost when blood is spilt. Celt thru and thru. We live, We Learn, We adapt, and we overcome.
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The following poems are randomly selected from part B of the Garden series.
If you are patient, the whole story may appear. There is a doorway on this site, that will open to the poetry collection, both in context and complexity.