Blessing
A gentle beam,
from the weary eyes,
pierced into the dark zone,
unfolding its radiant wings,
emanating a huge glow.
The stones fall,
from the gnawing walls,
the rubble turns,
into a glorious chapel
and death rose to leave
poem by Dr Madhavi Grace
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