MaecenasA Poem by Mrudula RaniWe all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels - William Shakespeare.
Angels do visit our dwells, vext squall of rue,
to aid the divested, those in debt of solace, See us through discord and effect smiles anew. Sprites abide, till their charge out of crisis, and can stand on its own once more, and floruit. Their bestowals last aeons and are endless. Saviors hap stilly, toil, sue no benefit. Forbye joy of service, move to the next skint. Angels are amidst us; artless,inconspicuously inhabit. Abstract of angels: ruthful, noble, lucent. In many a form nonpareil exist, for the unable as allies, Lift unjust off throe, on world make an imprint. Unfold aegis for an inflicted, you realise reflection of an angel in the legatee's eyes. © 2019 Mrudula RaniReviews
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