When the Angels cry
31 May 2017
Darkness stood
A ground in sinking
Blaring black
Symbols drawn
Remnants of my pen inking
Contours of demise
We will rise
In the wings that flap
Tomorrows
Sails ahead
The heart in light like arrows
Integrity shot
Unveiled hot
Smoldering pits wake
Soul in stake
Of choices
The senseless balance forsake
When the Angels cry
Reading of the poem:
City of Angels – Thirty seconds to Mars
Gray clouds trail across the sky. In the pale winter sun a flock of geese (Ben Grafström--Akita, Japan)
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