Angelic Child
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Although autumnal fest
Slowly vanishes with ripped blooms --
My child above appears upon my request
His veiled presence consumes
This endless yearning to grasp his seraphic air.
How rain of Fall taps…dim as time’s crumpled prayer
Yet we bathe in reveries fair ,
Until winds shroud him… ripped again I am nowhere;
For my dear firstborn is life's everything
Called to be our guardian, our blest wing.
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Re-post /97/2019
John Hamilton's NA rerun 2 Contest
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Written for Writing Challenge 1, June 2019, Crumbling Rhyme
Judged 7/9/2019 12:00:0 AM
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2019
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