A Triolet of Praise

A TRIOLET OF PRAISE

The embers of the hymn burn soft,
smokey notes drift upon the breeze,
float high where simple praises waft.
The embers of the hymn burn soft.
Sparkling descants climb aloft,
soar above angel devotees.
The embers of the hymn burn soft,
smokey notes drifting on the breeze.

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