GLORY

At high lofty mountains you reside

With pride & honor you adore the glory

You cloth them with gold and precious stones

The shine of their face is all their hands.

 

You keep them exalted with you

Once in you,does all go by

Till they hit the roofs of the high.

                                             By 

                                                                           ANN ANIL JOHN 

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