'Hopeful Sadness'

He spoke 

not well

his 

skies

they were

ashen and sober

Yet still 

he stood 

close by my side

 hoping

That through 

the broad earth's 

aching breast

An angel 

would appear 

to come and 

take him

home. 

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Poetry by Rev.Bola A.
(copyright 10.5.10 -ARR)

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'Basic Intentions'

Love is so important. Joy is important also. Time is flying by. We all want to be happy. We want to enjoy life. We have noble aspirations. We want to give. We want to receive.

by Rev.Bola - May'10