Feelings so rare.
Cross my heart in fear.
Breaking into my nerves.
My heart slowly dying in heels.
Death in Cole.
Frustrating my passionate pool.
So poorly i crawled into its blazing flame.
From then my walk was lame.
As i slope into its dying hole,
she smiled and so behold.
Me''' a dying frame.
These breeds of stunted bees.
Stung my heart so strong.
That i died and went to bed.
As the music of groaning song to the flying birds.
So i wept
so i slept
in the decades of hade's
as my misery fades.
Once again the flood of despair flung on me.
My eyes as red as angels face.
So did my dream step a pace.
Love rejected me into her arms.
Dearly death swept into her firms.
''true'' i died in the sands of time.
Her hew so few in tempest.
Grace to her fiery waves.
For multitudes long with passion to become her slaves.
And when they become her slave for freedom they crave,
but all to no avail'' you have gone under the shadow of her wings.
By:
Beryl Rem
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