For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit there of dust.


Dolores, st. 20


For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit there of dust.

For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit there of dust.

For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit there of dust.

For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit there of dust.