The hot summer rain rolls up its bloody sleeves
As masks fall off your face like autumn leaves.
The layers you keep building from stained glass
Form an emerald church for the midnight mass.
-Jackie
Stained Glass
The hot summer rain rolls up its bloody sleeves
As masks fall off your face like autumn leaves.
The layers you keep building from stained glass
Form an emerald church for the midnight mass.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 