Who Will Help the Angels Cry?
Beneath a bright-sapphired-sky
I crush and cry
Not cuddling to my unreason
Away I've swept my bean and sigh
That Death must see no greater season...
I cry- Today,
just for a dying-butterfly!
Copyright © Johnny Zephir | Year Posted 2006
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