Shadows PainA Poem by Daegal
What pain we graze, which never lent
That root of cause was surely meant From its seed sprouts terrible growth A strength unseen gnarled oak Loath churning Shadows flee, death, pain and sorrow Just dancing lights that teaching borrow In darkest storm always day in waiting From blackened hearts pitch and fallow Spark divine understanding said till tomorrow © 2013 Daegal |
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Added on February 20, 2013 Last Updated on February 20, 2013 Author
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