cross-eyed I had no clear vision life was a cross I had to carry and I was cross at the tangled criss-cross web of weariness and crass emptiness (clouded crock) case-hardened then cross my heart it came across brand new old and rugged time-testedChrist’s cross his cross purposescrossed over from heavento clean and fill metoreContinue reading “Cross”
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Linnea's Lines 