Gods PearlsA Poem by Liam AnthonyBoring nights and dark delights, Wait until the morning, The doves witty slight, Taken by the mist, A Goliaths might. Running sick from her end, Leaping for gods pearls, The mountains rumble and defend, Towards the albino peacocks, The messiahs work can now bend. © 2017 Liam AnthonyAuthor's Note
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Added on March 21, 2017 Last Updated on March 21, 2017 AuthorLiam AnthonyNewcastle, New Lambton Heights, AustraliaAboutI'm twenty-two, live in Australia and am trying my best to write well with the hopes of publishing something one day. Even though hopes are slim. more..Writing
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