Tubular Bells
Lying within his own pool of blood, his friend
Gently holding his hand, saying, Are you sorry for your sins ?
Damien, squeezing lightly in reply and, Yes, I am.
A tear falling from his eyes; a whispered prayer; winds
Stirring leaves and Autumn's trees; children, gathering to see...
Flashing lights dangling her rosary she weeps; broken heart's as silver wings.
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