Surrounded by an angels song.
Listen softly till it is gone,
Remember notes she sang and wept,
Her tears so gently fall were kept,
In jars that sit at heavens gate,
Where dead men find eternal fate.
And when the jar is poured upon,
The brow of all humanity,
The angel again will sing her song of virtue and of vanity.
For if the gate it opens wide,
For u to step the first,
Into the quiet, cloudy blue,
The eternal peace of thirst you'll strew.
But hence the realm is reached by men,
And women taken by the hand,
Led. To every wanting wish,
Beware the angels soft red lips.
She’ll kiss u once , her kiss is reamed,
Then fly u through a peaceful dream.
When awake u are to look around,
The falling sky does here abound.
And heavens patience comes to you.
Utopic realms of souls they flew.
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Comments1
The rhyming was most interesting with its variance and change in the middle of the poem. Well done
Thanks again for reading and commenting Sorrenbarett.
You are most welcome
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