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In FICTION by Douglas J. PenickLeave a Comment

Song rose in his heart as from a distant mountain spring.

 He joined his hands in prayer. 
He sang, and his song was like a life-giving river.
 He sang, and the sky shone with his melodious voice. Shine in the sky, O pearl pure Ganges. O pearl pure Ganges, O river of milk, O life of all, O river of blood, O love.