Mortal StarsA Poem by Daegal
Touching wounds of winters blight
They fall and tear in painful pitch I try my hands to mend this loss Casting boldness thriving hearing call Chance preserve those trembling life Ever precious caring tread this fear These broken souls that kneel let stand Grasping hands and to hold them up These fellow hearts, these mortal stars © 2013 Daegal |
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Added on February 21, 2013 Last Updated on February 21, 2013 Author
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