Thursday 29 December 2011

Angels Will Come

ANGELS WILL COME

Voice was so soft
behind me -
the only friend
wanted to say I
          or that, and beside
driving
unbearable to me
looked warm
          giving
alone;
all life splendour
on white
          smoke frozen
forever in
and just as cold.
-2011-
Unpublished

2 comments:

  1. Good blog; I like your poetry.

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  2. Thank you for your kind comment KenA. Hope to have some new (and old) content up soon.

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