The HourA Poem by Alfred Kukitzawaiting the real moreThe Hour Underneath it all were shadows Storms capable of lightening, thunder & Inescapable cries for transcendence among storied heroes and angelic figures. He stood outside it all His battle yet to find a symphonic overture that could lead any man to the brink of his own salvation. He silenced & stilled himself until that hour. © 2015 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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