'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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